After the earnestness of 1970, we get a break at long last; a break that is like a bridge between the hippy 60s and the modern 70s. It takes ambition to do this, but in Marc Bolan’s case I am guessing it was frustration as much as anything; always a confident musician, his 60s duo Tyrannosaurus Rex were well-respected and well-known, but never chart-toppers, more of a cult, and perhaps Bolan felt slighted by this; so he decided to up the ante. He was going to keep the mystical lyrics, sure, but now the acoustic duo was going to go electric, and the sometimes obscure and intricate music would be groovier, hand-clappier, and proudly become rock ‘n’ roll in the best sense of the term.
It is as if Chuck Berry and Oscar Wilde were somehow melded into one and had just attended a Wicca...