Earth & Fire 1969 – Seasons
The sound comes to you through a layer of sepia-toned glass, warm with the analog distortion of a bygone era.…
The sound comes to you through a layer of sepia-toned glass, warm with the analog distortion of a bygone era.…
The year is 1965. The air is thick with American ambition, but filtered through a distinctly British lens. The Rolling…
The air in the studio, Olympic or perhaps Trident in London, must have been thick with the residual charge of…
The year 1967 was already a kaleidoscope of noise and light, a summer so saturated with change that every song…
The needle drops, and for a suspended second, there is only the faint, familiar whisper of vinyl dust settling into…
The year is 1968, and the radio airwaves are a battlefield of sound—psychedelic rock is pushing boundaries, soul music is…
There are pieces of music that arrive in the world like a clap of thunder, demanding immediate, aggressive attention. And…
I was driving late one autumn night, radio dial scrolling through the static and ghost-signals of distant towns, when it…
The needle drops, and for a fleeting 150 seconds, the whole myth of The Walker Brothers, the beautiful, brooding piece…
The scene is perpetually 1968, though I first encountered this sound decades later. It was late on a Tuesday night,…