If, like me, you love the sound of bar room rock and roll then you might have woken up to the news that The Faces were reforming and felt a little tingle of excitement.
Then came the bad news.
Actually, bad isn’t the word. Catastrophic. Calamitous. Crazy.
Pick any one of the above when reacting to the identity of the band’s new singer and you’d be in pretty good company.
Alongside luminaries and founding members Ronnie Wood, Kenney Jones and Ian McLagan is none other than…Mick Hucknall.
Mick f*****g Hucknall? Yep, you heard it right. The bloke from Simply Red who doesn’t appear to have a rock bone in his body and has the hair of an angry toddler.
The same Mick Hucknall who would get laughed off any serious festival stage and who sensibly decided to end his band’s 25-year tenure last year. That was, by some stretch, the best thing he ever did for music in this country.
Quite what possessed men of Wood, Jones and McLagan’s musical nous to name him as the new Rod Stewart is anyone’s guess. Perhaps it was a night on the pop too far and since Michael Jackson’s dead and Michael Buble’s otherwise engaged they went for Michael Hucknall.
Talk about taking the Mick. We so wish they hadn’t.
Within a week a Facebook group set up to oust the Simply S*** singer and replace him with Spike from the Quireboys has gained more than 600 members. And it’s growing, fast.
Now much as I’d hate to see anything take Spike’s eye off the Quireboys ball, desperate times require desperate measures. And right now I can’t think of anything quite so desperate as Mick Hucknall destroying a series of Faces classics.
Imagine if Led Zeppelin had turned to Rick Astley after Robert Plant confirmed he would not be rejoining the band full time.
Just think of the furore if Tony Iommi asks Daniel O’Donnell to fill Ronnie James Dio’s shoes on the next Heaven & Hell album.
And at least Scott Gorham had the good sense to employ Ricky Warwick as Thin Lizzy’s latest frontman – it could have been Dionne Warwick if the Faces are anything to go by.
Right now it’s impossible to consider a more ridiculous alliance and it makes Slash’s decision to lay down a track with Fergie and a Pussycat Doll seem like the most sensible move since Fabio Capello’s decision to leave Theo Walcott at home.
Nobody in their right mind will watch the Faces fronted by Mick Hucknall. Or at least nobody with a mind.