Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich 1968 – The Legend Of Xanadu
The late 1960s were, by any metric, an era of profound musical schizophrenia. Rock had shattered into psychedelia, soul was…
The late 1960s were, by any metric, an era of profound musical schizophrenia. Rock had shattered into psychedelia, soul was…
The year is 1957. The air is thick with Brylcreem and cigarette smoke, and every jukebox in America is a…
The needle drops, and the air immediately thickens. It’s the late 1960s, a moment where the gleam of classic Motown…
The air in the club is thick. Not with smoke, but with something older, heavier—a kind of collective anticipation. The…
The year is 1964. The airwaves are a battlefield of raw, electrified youth. The Beatles are a tidal wave; The…
The air in the studio must have been heavy, a volatile mix of ozone from glowing tubes, cigarette smoke, and…
I remember precisely the first time I realized that Stevie Wonder’s early career was a story of survival, not just…
The needle drops—or, perhaps, the cassette begins to spool, the sound of static giving way to a frantic, irresistible current.…
The late-night radio dial, somewhere between the hiss of static and the promise of a distant signal, often holds the…
The sound begins in a room thick with nostalgia, a deliberate mist of European melancholy applied directly to the magnetic…