I can never hear the words '
Fleetwood Mac' without thinking of
Stevie Nicks flinging her skirts around her ankles in their horrible little videos, as well as a particularly gruesome tale someone once told me about Nicks which is far too disgusting to repeat here. This is more of their cunningly addictive, sugar-sweet MOR that, in comparison to today's pretty, sophisticated, sterile, CD pop bands, sounds positively rebellious.
Lindsey Buckingham to join
Danny Wilson, anyone? (
Eleanor Levy, Record Mirror, September 12, 1987)
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