“In the past, all the young dudes in glam-rock torchbearers Smith Westerns had their greenness working against them. They staged Marc Bolan séances with a budget taken from between couch cushions, and their live show could be generously described as "ramshackle." But a song like "All Die Young" requires a brashness that borders on naïveté, as they make a run at the sort of dream-big, Bic-waving pow”
