Initially it was like the NME with better photos - hence the tagline "Rock's Final Frontier". With many of the same bylines - Burchill, Lowry, Morley et al - and Logan as editor.
Echo and the Bunnymen and so forth on the cover. 2-Tone type groups.
But soon it would feel the pull of metropolitan clubland self-mythologisers. (And hire them - Elms)
And "rock" would become a dirty word, declasse and defunct (de-funked, even).
As much as "rock" was obsolesced, The Face had a fetish for 50s rock'n'roll - the perennial cool of the rockabilly look.
Elms-penned appreciations of rockabilly-formalist bore Robert Gordon, barely more than a haircut.
And an issue from 1982
prole chic
(via Nothing Else On)
bonus beats - The Face celebrated its 100th issue in late 1988 with a bumper edition
at Melody Maker where we considered style bibles to be our ideological foes, comrade Stubbs took the piss in the comedy pages, while comrade Oldfield did the sober critique in the 'film / TV / books / media' section
3 comments:
Why is John Martyn dressed like a KKK member?
he's meant to look like a monk i think
a friar
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