"He played a four-hundred-year-old Fender Stratocaster with all the switch-gear jammed full on, through a stack of Luthos amps -- each one with a guaranteed output of half a kilowatt -- and a battery of Hydrogen Line thirty-inch speakers. He had a loose-limbed Denebian queen, all pink flares and slashed sleeves, on bass; his drummer was a local man, looking seedy and aggressive by turns like all good drummers do. His sound:
"His sound was long-line and hairy; slow and grinding, full of inexplicable little runs and complications. He stalked the Denebian bass through the harmonies; he made sounds like breaking glass and exploding quasars, like dead ships and orbital confrontations and eras of geological upheaval; he made sounds like God.
"'I'm a highway child,' he sang, 'so don't deny me my name.'
"Which is all as it should be."
-- M John Harrison, The Centauri Device, 1974
I've not read any M John Harrison before. Clearly I should have done. *spends afternoon lost in a book*.