AHES TO ASHES
With their unique twin-guitar sound, Wishbone Ash conquered both sides of the Atlantic and charted with some classics. The band’s members recall the highs, and reflect on where it all went wrong. Words: Mick Wall Sunday, August 24, 1975. The final night of the Reading Festival weekend. Cold, dark, wet, horrible. Typical British festival weather. We don’t care. We’re used to it. We’re long-haired, flared-jeaned, denim-faded 70s rock fans and we’ve come prepared: white cider, black hash, pasty yellow sulphate and – for the hard-core – cowshit-encrusted magic mushrooms.
The rain can piss down all it likes – we’re already strafing the heavens. Why? The Ash, man! Here them roll like thunder through the stately overture to Phoenix, then careen off into the unknown with a new,…