Shocking Blue – Venus
The sound hits like a sudden, bright flash in the rearview mirror. It’s that guitar riff—three notes, a quick silence,…
The sound hits like a sudden, bright flash in the rearview mirror. It’s that guitar riff—three notes, a quick silence,…
The year is 1959. Rock and Roll had already crashed the gates, but in the polished, chandelier-lit ballrooms of popular…
The air in the room is thick with smoke, cheap cologne, and a low hum of anticipatory tension. It’s 1966.…
The smell of old velvet seats and stale popcorn lingers faintly in the memory, inextricably linked to certain pieces of…
It’s a memory-scene opener that lives not in a café, but in the shimmering, almost hyper-real glow of a 1982…
The year is 1984. Pop music is an explosive landscape of synth-sheen, technicolor videos, and maximalist hooks. Yet, cutting through…
The late hour radio hums with an archival warmth. The air is cool, perhaps a little damp from a passing…
The sound is unmistakable, a pure, unadulterated shot of late-sixties euphoria, yet its simplicity is a masterful deception. We are…
I first heard this piece of music on a static-laced college radio broadcast, late one winter night. The dial was…
The air in the studio, Western Recorders in Los Angeles, must have been electric, thick with the scent of hot…