Another suite! Funster leads right into the dark screed that is Flick of the Wrist. A song that warns against signing with a devilish recording manager, it's well known that, in the early days, Queen were indentured servants to their management company. Hit songs on the radio and Freddie begging to borrow money to pay for a new piano. In the future the boys would become so guarded about their image that the propaganda would be off putting and impenetrable.
This song is a warm up for Death on Two Legs.
Here its a terrifically angry anthem. Multi vocals harmonizing like soaring bats and gargoyles. No filigree, no fat, just theatre and rock.
The song doesn't end, however, and that's a sorry part, as it tries to emulate the previous album by folding into a ballad.
But that's for tomorrow.
Grade: A
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