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Miraculous from a life of excess, the singer of The Only Ones, 72 years old, releases with “The Cleansing” an album by turns funny and serious, but always full of vitality.
At the end of a cul-de-sac in Islington, in north London, behind a bodywork running at full speed, the modest Pathway studio consists of a single room with a built-in kitchen, resembling more of a student accommodation than a at a recording studio. At the height of its glory, at the end of the 70s, it was on the lower floor, which has since been converted into a room to rent, that future big names from the British charts flocked to record their first demos and certain singles. and albums, and not the least, having also taken shape in this narrow and uncomfortable place like the punk choruses were then. The Police, The Damned, Madness, Elvis Costello, Squeeze and even Dire Straits are all there, which is enough to build a legend. From now on, Pathway belongs to another legend, Peter Perrett, gunshot but miraculous singer of the Only Ones. Or more precisely to his sons, Jamie and Peter Jr., who use him mainly in the family circle, in the service of this daron of whom they should logically, according to the accepted rules of biology, be orphans, wards of the junkie nation. more sordid and decimated.
But now, Peter Perrett, 72 years old today, has defied all the natural laws which have sent all of his peers, including his syringe friend Johnny Thunders, to dandelions. He publishes The Cleansing (“the cleaning”), a new album with astonishing vitality, filled to the brim with 20 tracks where his voice, in particular, cons
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