No one quite believes it, but the new Guns N’ Roses album is finally coming out. Axl Rose has been working on it for 17 years, demonstrating, as rarely before, the fine line between perfectionism and padded cell. It is a reminder, though, that in these busy times quite a few acts have gone missing in action. The stories about Gerry Rafferty, who checked into a London hospital in August for tests on his liver, did a runner, and was spotted several weeks later buying whisky in Harrods, reminded those few of us who used to buy all his records that he hasn’t exactly been at his most productive recently. There was an album six or seven years ago, the first for a while, with horrible clattery arrangements and several pics of Gerry on the CD insert wearing a long coat and looking furious, like an Old Testament preacher before opening time.
issue 01 November 2008
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