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Disc FEBRUARY 24, 1973 - by John Peel
ROXY MUSIC: PYJAMARAMA
Another dandy pearl from the boys. Opening with ringing chords that stir up strange echoes that include a sound not unlike that of a pencil being moved hither and yon in the neck of a milk bottle, this is another case of don't know-what's-coming-next-but it's-bound-to-be-good. And it is Bryan Ferry's highly distinctive voice, flexible and partially decayed, moves a bit into Bolan territory at times here, but it's no matter. The record is assembled with wit and imagination and those are commodities in short supply, in these troubled times. There's a kazoo-like flurry from the synthesizer - or it could even be a synthesizer like flurry from the kazoo. Whichever it be it is a handsome row. The drumming throughout is urgent (that's a real reviewer's word) in the Keith Moon all-around-the-kit manner. The impressive thing about Roxy Music lies in the feeling they generate that they have great resources in reserve - nothing is beyond their power, anything may be incorporated in their grand musical design. Most fashionable bands pale into twittering nothingnesses beside them. Rock on, man.