Summer 1976. Eight months after Bohemian Rhapsody tore up the rule book for hit singles, Queen have finally – finally – released a follow-up single, You’re My best Friend. It’s a lovely pop-rock ditty, infectious and in the groove and… what the fuck? That’s your follow-up to the most titanic rock song of all time?
Well, no. It would have to do for now, though, while Queen struggled fitfully to try to come up with the real follow-up to the squillion-selling album A Night At The Opera. The one they were bending over backwards in the studio pretending wouldn’t have anything to do with being a follow-up. The one they were pretending hadn’t changed a thing, but which in fact had changed everything.
