I figured it was about time I did a post on one of my top five all time favourite bands, the New York fuckin' Dolls. I love everything about the Dolls - their image, attitude, legend, personality (crisis), but more than anything - of course - their music, especially their self-titled debut, gritty rock n' roll at its finest. They came on quick and burned out fast, but left in their wake a legend that the world was only ready for 10 years later. At famed nightclub Max's Kansas City, the Dolls were undisputed royalty, but Midwestern 15-year-old boys (the bulk of the Circus-reading, music-buying audience) didn't understand this hard-hitting New York band whose guitarist played riffs like Keith Richards and wore heels like their slutty older sister. All photos by Bob Gruen, scanned by me. Part 1 of several blogs I plan to do on the Dolls.
With their producer, Todd Rundgren:
