The album that essentially kick-started the U.K. glam rock craze, Electric Warrior completes T. Rex's
transformation from hippie folk-rockers into flamboyant avatars of
trashy rock & roll. There are a few vestiges of those early days
remaining in the acoustic-driven ballads, but Electric Warrior spends most of its time in a swinging, hip-shaking groove powered by Marc Bolan's
warm electric guitar. The music recalls not just the catchy simplicity
of early rock & roll, but also the implicit sexuality -- except that
here, Bolan
gleefully hauls it to the surface, singing out loud what was once only
communicated through the shimmying beat. He takes obvious delight in
turning teenage bubblegum rock into campy sleaze, not to mention filling
it with pseudo-psychedelic hippie poetry.
In fact, Bolan
sounds just as obsessed with the heavens as he does with sex, whether
he's singing about spiritual mysticism or begging a flying saucer to
take him away. It's all done with the same theatrical flair, but Tony Visconti's spacious, echoing production makes it surprisingly convincing. Still, the real reason Electric Warrior
stands the test of time so well -- despite its intended disposability
-- is that it revels so freely in its own absurdity and willful lack of
substance. Not taking himself at all seriously, Bolan
is free to pursue whatever silly wordplay, cosmic fantasies, or non
sequitur imagery he feels like; his abandonment of any pretense to art
becomes, ironically, a statement in itself. Bolan's
lack of pomposity, back-to-basics songwriting, and elaborate theatrics
went on to influence everything from hard rock to punk to new wave. But
in the end, it's that sense of playfulness, combined with a raft of
irresistible hooks, that keeps Electric Warrior such an infectious, invigorating listen today.
Have fun
Frank Flac
The material on this album, heard by few until it was issued on CD in the early 21st century, might have been built up as a little weirder than it is by some of the collectors who've raved about it. While it's not the most uplifting stuff in the world, much of it is haunting but not all that out-there pop-folk. Susan Christie's fairly strong, strident vocals and moody melodies, occasionally embellished by strings, aren't the most uncommercial mixture that could have been concocted, though apparently they were too uncommercial to find release when they were originally recorded. What is unusual -- and what sets it most apart from some singers she might bear the vaguest of resemblance to at times, like Melanie, Tim Buckley, Sandy Denny, and Bobbie Gentry -- are the unexpectedly forceful distorted guitars, near-hard rock organ, and angular rhythms and mild dissonance used in some of the arrangements.
In addition, for an eight-song, half-hour album, it's certainly unpredictable in the wide territory it covers -- "No One Can Hear You Cry," unlike anything else on the record, is close to sounding like a fine lost Dionne Warwick outtake, though even that gets set aside from the usual Bacharach/David production by the insertion of off-the-wall exotic tinkles of descending instrumental glissandos. If that's not odd enough in this company, there's also a cut, "When Love Comes," that's not too far off early Marianne Faithfull at her best. In contrast, "Yesterday, Where's My Mind?" is freaky at the outset, with its pummeling, tumbling drum breaks, creepy organ, and trippy ominous whisper-to-a-scream recitation, but even that track settles back into a relatively conventional song after three minutes. "For the Love of a Soldier" is another standout, managing to mix affecting antiwar folk-rock with a funky hard rock chorus quite effectively. Though Christie's not quite a major talent based on these relics, this is nicely dreamy and varied folk-rock for the most part that shows a lot of sadly unfulfilled potential, and if it's more downbeat than the norm for the genre, it's hardly gloomy.

This is a fine album with some unusual sounds for a ''folk album'. To me it's not really a pure folk album because there are a lot other influences who gives the album a very good sound. Give it a try, it's really worth it.
Cheers
Frank Flac
































