Very much enjoyed this documentary on BBC4 last night. It was in a wet field in May 1972 that I experienced six of the most weirdly-dressed guys I've ever seen playing unpindownable music. It was the combination of ostrich feathers and synthesisers that did it, I recall.
Returning home I couldn't hum a single song from memory but knew I had to buy their stuff. The first single, Virginia Plain, I think I still know word-for-word. 'You're so sheer, you're so chic, teenage rebel of the week.' Remarkably they then put out an album which didn't have the single on it.
I wrote out the lyrics of In Every Dream Home a Heartache from their second album and pinned them to the wall.
'They're good,' said friend Larry, 'but not that good.' He was wrong. It is still the best song about an inflatable sex-aid ever penned. 'I blew up your body; but you blew my mind.'
I saw Roxy several more times and my interest wained a bit post-Eno (who remains one of my all-time heroes for sheer consistent creativity over many genres and years).
I will now go and find some vinyl.