Bad Company was one of those '70s "supergroups" for which fans would snap up debut albums before hearing a single note. I did on its day of release (based on nothing more than buzz), raced home...and sat entranced through the rest of the afternoon.
The progeny of Free, King Crimson and Mott the Hoople, Bad Company was, for me, always about the combination of Paul Rodgers and Mick Ralphs. And, their retooling of Mott's "Ready for Love" was an unexpected joy.
After an almost ten year run that included platinum albums and stadium tours, Paul wanted a break and the rest of the band agreed. A couple years later, Mick and drummer Simon Kirke were ready to dive back in, but Paul had hooked up with Jimmy Page to form the ill-fated "supergroup" (by this time, the concept was losing its luster) The Firm.
The record label supplied a new lead vocalist for Bad Co, and the band churned out a couple of uninspired albums. But, lightning struck with the third album with vocalist Brian Howe, producing a raft of radio friendly hits on an album called "Holy Water." My fave, never released as a single, was a song that simply oozes the angst of young testosterone and pointless loss.
Flick those Bics.