But then, with each successive album -- and especially after leaving the Faces -- Rod the Mod started slipping away. Joe Hollywood emerged in his place, and now Stewart has cast himself as a romantic crooner of pop standards. It's such an abysmal mismatch of voice and material -- one of the worst in music history, in fact -- that it makes one long even for a seedy piece of tripe like "Hot Legs." So expect Rod the Strained Sophisticate, and pray that maybe, just maybe, a hint of the ol' chips-n-vinegar might pop up at least once in his set.
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