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Mott The Hoople were never glam's personification - that honour was left to T. Rex or Bowie. In fact, the strange (or not so strange, once one has taken a deeper look) thing is that they were never even meant to be - they became a glam band almost by accident, after Bowie convinced them that rock theatre was the only way for them to get rich and famous. It was, but it also ruined the band - neither guitarist Mick Ralphs nor vocalist/keyboardist/lead songwriter Ian Hunter could really get adapted to the show-off Bowie style that was imposed on them. Pity, because somewhere around 1972-73 they really showed signs of creativity. But let us deal straight from the beginning, really...

Mott The Hoople were never a particularly impressive band. For one, they always suffered from lack of any virtuosos in the band - keyboard player Ian Hunter was competent but not far beyond, and while guitarist Mick Ralphs had a talent for a raving, spitfire solo or some dazzling riffwork now and then, there were just tons of far more technically gifted and skilled musicians around him. The rhythm section (Buffin Griffin on drums, Overend Watts on bass) were tight and interesting, and certainly able to keep the groove going, but after all, they were just a rhythm section; and, while Verden Allen's organ playing talents were quite vast (check out Brain Capers for an ample demonstration), he was nearly always kept down by the rest of the band, which led to his departure in 1972. Of course, if we were offered such a band in our sad spoiled times, we would only be happy - but back in the early Seventies one didn't really survive if he didn't solo like a demon and crank out riffs at lightning speed while his backing band were jumping out of their skins in order to prove their worthiness.