Step back into the glitter-soaked, platform-heeled, electric-booted madness of the early 70s – where rock became theatre and the world turned day-glo. This is your time machine built from original music papers, scrapbook clippings, record sleeves, adverts, reviews, and every scrap of 1970–1976 ephemera we can lay our hands on. Feel the bass drum stomp of Slade, the cosmic curl of Bolan’s hair, the sneer of Alice Cooper swinging from a gallows, the alien cool of Bowie’s lightn

The scruffy, sarcastic, Bowie-boosted misfits who turned Dylan leftovers into glitter-soaked anthems and nearly broke up every week – but gave us “All the Young Dudes” anyway They looked like they’d been dragged out of a pub fight, sounded like the Rolling Stones after three bottles of Newcastle Brown, and had a singer who wore shades indoors and a guitarist who dressed like a Victorian undertaker on his day off. Yet for one glorious 1972–1974 stretch, they were the coolest g

Mott The Hoople’s "The Rolls of Rock" , a one-page advert in Creem Magazine , December 1, 1975.

Mott The Hoople’s "Mott Drive On" , a one-page article in Record Mirror , September 6, 1975.