More than 45 years ago a new group released their first album.
They didn’t wear denim nor had they apparently paid their dues.
Indeed their heavily stylised presentation – a model posed archly on the cover in a 1950s pastiche – the musicians inside clad in leopardskin and leather with styled quiffs – could not have been more opposed to the rock modes of the day.
‘Is this a recording session or a cocktail party?’ inquired Ferry’s friend Simon Puxley in the liner notes.
Before you even got to the music the record cover was a gauntlet thrown down – an explosion of glamour in a wasteland of faded blue cotton.
‘The clothes we were wearing at that time would have put off quite a large chunk of people’ reflects Bryan Ferry.
‘What I liked about the American bands – the Stax label and Motown – they were into presentation and show business – mohair suits – quite slick.
And the cover art – I thought of all the American pop culture icons – Marilyn Monroe: selling cigarettes or beer with a glamorous image.
But it was a bit off-kilter as well; there was something a bit strange about it – futuristic as well as retro.
All that – instead of a picture of the band in a dreary street looking rather sullen.
Which was the norm’.