BILLY IDOL

46 years into his recording career, Billy Idol is still the ever-moving myth, the intellectual/feral internet-age bookworm/caveman of our dreams, finding modern language for the fiery, Eddie Cochran-meets-Ziggy Stardust rip'n'roar that he's been making since he first stepped on stage.

 

And that's all on The Cage EP, Idol's latest on Dark Horse Records; four tracks that engage you like classic Idol, yet keep your eyebrows raised like that stuff you heard coming out of that teenagers' car that just rolled down the street.

 

It's funny; maybe the name really did define him. 46 years ago when everyone was sniffing the nihilistic glue and giving themselves snotty little punk rock names, it was supposed to be "Idle" - but someone wrote it wrong, and William Broad became Billy Idol instead. And that's what he became: An idol. But this idol is not made of stone, and he's certainly not stuck on a pedestal to be done, dusted, and dusty. Billy Idol insists on being today's news, not just yesterday's memory. He fire-breathes dreams and nightmares, he delivers clubland croon and Bolan-blessed cool, and he moves through the desert, sluices through the cities, speeds across oceans, hills, mesas, and time. And if you think Idol is Idle, you haven't heard The Cage EP.

 

It's been exactly one year since Billy Idol released his last EP, also on the George Harrison-founded Dark Horse Records - the rich and diverse Butch Walker­ produced The Roadside, which had the effect of being both in your face and full of the uncertainty and darkness of the pandemic. But a lot has happened during that time. First and foremost, Billy Idol and Steve Stevens hit the road again, and that amazing energy infected their new work.