Barbara Charone, Sounds, 5 June 1976
THE SHADES remain. Just barely. Relics of some bygone era, those menacing dark glasses throw faint traces of the past around the present. Behind this imposing prop, Ian Hunter rests comfortably. No longer an essential part of his personality make-up, he doesn't need the shades now. Just like he doesn't need Mott or Ronson either.
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