The enthusiasm for 'Rod the Mod' should not be underplayed.  The Faces were regarded as uber-cool at our school, and Rod's venture as 'Python Lee Jackson' was much admired.  Kids had their hair chopped about to look like him.  Later, I was impressed that he owned a massive blues collection.  Wasn't impressed by much else, though.

A revival forming the cult of 'Smooth' would be quite hilarious...imagine the research needed...the clubs...the price of starry jumpers and baggies on ebay rocketing! Stacks music anyone?

Of course the fashion was horrible...such was the leap from a kind of clean cut formality (ignoring hippy hangovers and greasers) to outrageous colours and extreme trouser-width...but somehow, as an extension (offspring?) of Glam translated into street style, it made a perverse kind of (non)sense. I can't help but looks back with great fondness because, of course, it was part of my early youth culture.

Considering the likes of Bowie and Roxy Music along with Funk and Soul I still think we had a great soundtrack...but then all generations think that...including those currently collecting Dubstep who will also look back with dewey-eyed fondness just as 'cheesy quavers' do now.

In the next decade My Generation cheekily reclaimed Jazz...so we got ourselves some damn good stuff in original and revived form! Courtney Pine on the cover of the NME...it really did happen...

(Apologies for deviating....but my memories of Suedehead are few...it was a brief period, after all)

Once again OTP frowns on anything that doesn't fit his agenda or happened to occur outside his own experience.

A mischievous Russell facilitates.

I guess it's funnier than the Mel Brooks story.