LINK WRAY /
PENTHOUSE - The Garage, London
(Penthouse review
edited)
Link Wray, of
course, has evolved way beyond mess and bother - except for fun - and
appears on stage to the sound of A) his own twangtastic epic RUMBLE, and B)
delirium.
Link the Queen
thinking the world must smell of fresh paint, Mr. Wray must believe the world is
composed of anoraks and psychobillies scrabbling to touch that
guitar. Which, of course, he allows.
Dead-white,
dead-cool, dead-dark shades and dead-legendary, but most importantly, not dead,
he spends the evening pointing one finger upwards - through ACE OF SPADES,
through BATMAN-meets-WIPEOUT - like there's no doubt whatsoever about...well,
anything.