Mott The Hoople - Honaloochie Boogie / Rose 7" (1973)
1973 & 74 were Mott years. This band summarized all that we loved in the glam movement at the times. They succeeded in mixing a real heavy, dirty and thick rock sound with the glam sophistication. Ian Hunter seemed the real unreaching star for us. But we did not know that it would not last long and that in 1975 all this would be an old souvenir (and now history with its nostalgic bandwagon). In each single, the band was nice enough to put a non-album song, and often it was a gem, sometimes quite different from what the band was known for. And its the case with this single, in which "Honaloochie Boogie" (the single following "All The Young Dudes" in UK and released in May 1973 and reaching n°12 in this country) was backed with a miraculously delicate and moving song called "Rose" It's quite clear reading the lyrics that Ian Hunter is more than sad to see a girl drowning in dope and here it's more like a paternal than a rock star song. There was a fabulous live version of this song on Mott Live one year later. It's for this talent to reach our soul so deep inside than I loved (and still respect) Ian Hunter. Only Alex Harvey and Steve Harley would have this genious. Neither Bowie, Bolan, Ferry or the Mael brothers could compete. As you guessed, it's not the original cover sleeve above but a fascinating Sally Mann picture from her Immediate Family series (taken between 1984 and 1991 so not relevant to the single I must admit) and that I find to perfectly fit with this 7". Let's have a thought for all the Rose throughout the world and the decades that lost their youth and their life in this awful dope cul-de-sac. Enjoy it here.
Rose. It ain't so long ago since we were just two kids Remember well memories we all hid But you're much older now, although you still are young I know you well, I'm like you Hey Rose, you're finer than you know Why hang around with clothes of another name Hair so dyed she lost too much inside Ain't nothing left to hide in the game Hey Rose, how do you laugh in your own show Try to fight the fears that rise within Rock 'n' roll slag, oh my, you're such a drag Trying to find the corner to inject Hey Rose, so silently she goes Careful not to make up, see your maker Hey Rose, how do you laugh when she's on show Try to fight the fears that rise withinHey, rock 'n' roll slag, oh oh, you're such a drag Trying to find the corner to inject Hey Rose, you're finer than you know And I hate to see you cold on a summer day