In the world of great unsung heroes, Alex Chilton was up there with the finest. He took The Beatles-style sound, chipped away at it and shaped it into his own, pure music, which generations of musicians and music fans have taken to their heart. Sadly, he never got the mainstream recognition he more than deserved. If you want any proof, just listen to “September Gurls”; it’s power-pop genius before the phrase was even invented.
Like many people, I found his music through the recommendation of another band – Teenage Fanclub, in my case – but it could so easily be Brendan Benson, or Death Cab For Cutie, or The Replacements, or The Undertones, or anyone who loved rock music with heart and soul and more tunes than you could wave a Strat at.
Alex, may you rest in peace.
Loft And Lost 