John Foxx was an avid reader of science fiction in the late 1960s and 1970s. This was an era when a new wave of writers was turning the field upside down so that it was, in Foxx’s estimation, “the most adventurous literature on the planet at that time”.
In the US, Philip K Dick was “looking through a West Coast drugs lens”. Closer to home, Londoner Michael Moorcock, editor of New Worlds magazine and a sometime writer/performer with Hawkwind, “was stitching art and sci-fitogether like some new Frankenstein, in Ladbroke Grove”. Another fellow traveller, JG Ballard, was imagining “ultra-violent sexual carscapes” from his base in the suburbs.