"Glam sent enough mixed messages to make a semiologist go cross-eyed. In its brash riffs and blunt beats, it revived the punch of ’50s rock ’n’ roll. It also fashioned a snide rebuke to the arty excesses of late-period psychedelia. At the same time, glam’s vocals had a fruity theatricality, supporting lyrics that presented as a boast: “Your [[mother can’t tell if you’re a boy or a girl.” Glam was butch and femme at once: bisexuality in sound."