Eno: Another Green World

UP UNTIL THE moment the temporary editor of this august journal telephoned to apprise me that he'd just been in a terrible automobile accident in whose wake he was counting on me, the best friend he'll ever have, to write a review of the album we'll be discussing in the unlikely event that I ever complete the present sentence, I had avoided Eno like a case of the flu, largely because when I saw him with Roxy Music at the world-famous Whisky-A-Go-Go in 1973 he was all decked out like a jackass in feathers and carrying on like the dregs of glitter-rock personified.