Christigau called this Boston band from the "Rat", "the professional rockers that the Sex Pistols warned us about." One album with Tommy Motola and pfffft. But somebody grabbed the vinyl and digitized it. The guitarist went on to play for a decade with Joan Jett. God bless the internet. I think this is around 1979 and features a homage to Marlene with the classic rock lyric, "...legs so long I had to write this song."
"People who write about television, who give out awards for television, who think and talk about television, love "Mad Men." Love it. Partly because it is smart, gorgeous and sexy and partly because it is proof positive that TV can do everything film can do, and once a week for a full season.
Jon Hamm's sleek-haired, square-jawed Don Draper squints through an artful squiggle of cigarette smoke at the golden head of wife Betty (January Jones) and nostalgia swells, for Cary Grant and Humphrey Bogart, for Grace Kelly and Ingrid Bergman, for all those beloved films in which men wore hats and women wore gloves and the removal of each could be more seductive and meaningful than any hard-R sex scene. With its perfectly stylized sets, awash in lights and shadows so rich they could be filtered through a half-full highball glass, "Mad Men" seems at times like a treasure trove of undiscovered film, unearthed from some studio vault. "