It was this review by Stubbs - not the one he did of Costello and the Attractions a few weeks earlier - that triggered the reprisal from Elvis. Fuzzy on the precise details - the gist of it is that a large fish, wrapped in newspaper, was delivered to the Melody Maker office and placed on a radiator, which given that it was the dead of winter, was on full blast. Nobody noticed its arrival. But soon a warm stench of putrescence pervaded the whole room.
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Tuesday, June 20, 2023
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