RIP Alvin Stardust, British Glam Rock Star.
Ok, so My Coo Ca Choo was basically a steal of Spirit in the Sky, but f**k it, look at the way this man was dressed, a British stationary marionette version of the '68 comeback Elvis: an astonishing style god and supposedly they say, the uncrowned 'king of glam'.
If we're honest that crown probably belonged to Marc Bolan.
Alvin though, remains forever our unique, finger-pointin', fist-clutchin', sideways-mic-holding fetish hero: a bit scary, but basically one of the good guys. Or at least not Gary Glitter.
The three-times married self-styled 'ladykiller' knew his Green Cross Code as well. Class.
"See you girls!".
Ok, so My Coo Ca Choo was basically a steal of Spirit in the Sky, but f**k it, look at the way this man was dressed, a British stationary marionette version of the '68 comeback Elvis: an astonishing style god and supposedly they say, the uncrowned 'king of glam'.
If we're honest that crown probably belonged to Marc Bolan.
Alvin though, remains forever our unique, finger-pointin', fist-clutchin', sideways-mic-holding fetish hero: a bit scary, but basically one of the good guys. Or at least not Gary Glitter.
The three-times married self-styled 'ladykiller' knew his Green Cross Code as well. Class.
"See you girls!".
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