Oscar Wilde would have loved Roxy Music, the archetypal 70s band who were always at least as interested in fashion and glamour as much as the actual music. This artfully decadent project was essentially the brainchild of Bryan Ferry, a man who sang everything as if it was written in inverted commas. Given the inconsistency of Roxy's albums this compilation is a welcome release; it's taken mainly from the early 70s when Brian Eno was still on hand to give Ferry's romantic compositions a space-age twist. A valuable reminder that in pop music artifice and theatricality can be far more meaningful than mundane authenticity.
