Resurrecting its title from a series of albums launched by England's Music for Pleasure label in the early 1970s to immortalize the work of producer Mickie Most, The Most of Suzi Quatro is a 20-track CD that essentially rounds up the best of her hit single output, then fills in the gaps with key album cuts and favorites…
Suzi Quatro is a performer as famous for her image as her music; Quatro was rock & roll's prototypical Bad Girl, the woman in the leather jumpsuit with the enormous bass guitar (well, it looked enormous, given that Quatro is only five feet tall), looking sexy but ferocious as she banged out her glam rock hits in her '70s glory days. Quatro is a woman who titled one of her albums Your Mamma Won't Like Me for a reason. But there's more to Suzi Quatro than all that, and she seems determined to show off the full range of her 50-year career in music on the box set The Girl from Detroit City. Quatro is a rocker but she's also a showbiz lifer, and the music spread over these four discs is the work of someone up to do a little bit of everything, and along with Chapman/Chinn thunderboomers like "Can the Can," "49 Crash," and "Daytona Demon," you also get vintage garage rock (three numbers from Quatro's first band, the Pleasure Seekers, including the gloriously snotty "What a Way to Die"), easygoing pop numbers like "Stumblin' In" (her hit duet with Chris Norman of Smokie)…
Suzi Quatro is a performer as famous for her image as her music; Quatro was rock & roll's prototypical Bad Girl, the woman in the leather jumpsuit with the enormous bass guitar (well, it looked enormous, given that Quatro is only five feet tall), looking sexy but ferocious as she banged out her glam rock hits in her '70s glory days. Quatro is a woman who titled one of her albums Your Mamma Won't Like Me for a reason. But there's more to Suzi Quatro than all that, and she seems determined to show off the full range of her 50-year career in music on the box set.
It must get increasingly difficult for veteran acts to remain relevant in the mainstream rock/pop industry. Big name metal bands from the 80s don’t seem to struggle so much, but it’s a different thing to be on Top Of The Pops in 1974, then remain a force to be reckoned with in those same circles. Enter Michigan rocker Suzi Quatro: the most badass bitch the rock ‘n’ roll world ever did see…
Roll back the carpet, roll back the years grab the hairbrush or air bass guitar. I bet many of you remember singing into your hair brush or playing your air bass guitar with relish along to Suzi Quatro. Well, Suzi is back with a double album of delights The Best Is Legend. “The hits are the hits”, says Suzi about the Best Of Album’, “but as Mickie Most always told me ‘your self-penned songs are the meat of what you do Suzi’. Enjoy some of my personal choices.” Twenty tracks Suzi Quatro The Best Is Legend Her New Album.
As glam rock debut albums go, you'll have to search a long way to find one that outclasses Suzi Quatro's opening shot. Though her fame and, of course, her hit singles thus far were based around songwriters Nicky Chinn and Mike Chapman's guileless ability to crank out the classics, away from the glare of TV and radio play the pair allowed Quatro and partner Len Tuckey full rein. The result was an album of several very distinct parts, inextricably linked by the sheer power of the Quatro personality. The heart of Suzi Quatro lies in the band's choice of covers. Harking back to Quatro's years in Detroit clubland, there's a Slade-meets-Stonesy grind through "I Wanna Be Your Man," a raucous blast through "All Shook Up," and, restating the song's claim to be the best rock & roller any Briton ever wrote, Johnny Kidd's "Shaking All Over," garageland sexuality oozing out from every pore.
Quatro was an album released by Suzi Quatro in 1974. It spent 6 weeks at the top of the Australian album charts.
Suzi Quatro's fifth album took its title from one of her earliest U.K. press interviews, a mouth-agape appraisal of the leather-clad vixen whose headline, "If you knew Suzi…like the tattooist knew Suzi," seemed to sum up every ounce of the image that the glam scene's most glamorous newcomer exuded. Five years later, however, the second half of that statement wasn't simply forgotten, it was all but meaningless to the majority of her audience, so thoroughly had she reinvented herself. Gone was the leather, gone were the guts, gone was the violent threat that Quatro once posed to passing manhood, to be replaced – as the album's cover made clear – by a demure, cord-clad lass in a pastel blouse and a look of such winsome vulnerability that, when she sang "Don't Change My Luck," it was enough to break your heart.