FOCUS, RODDY IT'S AZTEC CAMERA
Roddy Frame must be wearing contact lenses. I mean, how could a guy who’s just old enough to drink in any state he wants to have achieved the same kind of critical admiration of a John Lennon, Elton John and Elvis Costello without being something of a spiritual four-eyes? Well, sir, the focus point of Glasgow’s Aztec Camera is offstage and sitting across from me—in a paisley shirt that does not match the floral sofa—and the only thing I can see in his eyes is a perverse little twinkle.
FOCUS, RODDY IT'S AZTEC CAMERA
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David Keeps
Roddy Frame must be wearing contact lenses. I mean, how could a guy who’s just old enough to drink in any state he wants to have achieved the same kind of critical admiration of a John Lennon, Elton John and Elvis Costello without being something of a spiritual four-eyes? Well, sir, the focus point of Glasgow’s Aztec Camera is offstage and sitting across from me—in a paisley shirt that does not match the floral sofa—and the only thing I can see in his eyes is a perverse little twinkle. Call his sophisticated acoustic-based pop tunes wimpy, if you dare, but don’t accuse this man of a lack of vision!
"I think it’s really funny that in America we’re like an anti-rock group,” Roddy grins. ‘‘But put us in the same room with Motley Crue and our humor is so sarcastic and our cynicism so overbearing that we’d just demolish ’em! Rock ’n’ roll is dead. We’re just dancin’ on its grave!”