A fleeting Scottish review that quietly acknowledges the shift from mystical folk to the electric swagger that would soon define T. Rex.

Before the glitter, before the chart‑topping roar of T. Rex, there was a duo insisting — with quiet confidence — that they were “just pop.” In 1970, that simplicity was the most radical statement Marc Bolan could make

A glimpse into 1970’s local‑press skepticism — Bolan’s mystic poetry admired, his evolving sound misunderstood.