Alex Chilton, eternal creator of the tube The Letter, then the legendary band Big Star died Wednesday, March 17, 2010 at a hospital in New Orleans following a heart attack.

Frustrated by this indelicate potentate, the gifted Chilton manhandled slams the door to a world of woodlice and decided to ally with the native Chris Bell even vaguely cursed city and composer to create Big Star, a group no less anachronistic dream. Combining the melodic sophistication of Fab Four (period Revolver) and a certain liveliness to Roger Daltrey in his tracks the spicier are their only goal. A first Number 1 album Record collects the enthusiasm of the profession and the indifference of a generation too traumatic newly freed British nursery rhymes, too chiseled to bawl stadiums, and others before them, like the Byrds have already been exploited to exhaustion of the concept. Give a name to this style of music, so that the star (who will visit three times that of pop heaven seventies, may be identifiable, if not truly explored, it will be the Power Pop.

His comrade, Chilton, symbolic of the surviving group most underestimated of pop music, has never given up. In 77, between jobs improbable, lumberjack or plunger, a single. Bangkok will remind us that the titi of the seventies had more than one trick up its sleeve spleen. Production of the first album Cramps persuade us of a flair yet on alert for spotting new talent. In 2005, the reformation of a Big Star amputated his limb had cheered the legendary nostalgic and forced indifferent to a rediscovery soothed. His death makes even less excusable neglect of a work swept under the carpet and unequivocally states the urgency of a unanimous tribute to their undeniable contribution to their influence on the current scene ( REM, Teenage Fanclub ) . These smugglers of rare emotions do not make us regret finished a decade so that all the productive genius struggled to clear a place in a bubbling style that remains unmatched.