Northern Soul Johnny Johnson & The Bandwagon 1968 – Breakin’ Down The Walls Of Heartache
The moment the needle drops on “Breakin’ Down The Walls Of Heartache,” the air thickens with anticipation, then explodes. This…
The moment the needle drops on “Breakin’ Down The Walls Of Heartache,” the air thickens with anticipation, then explodes. This…
The air in the room is thick and sweet, smelling faintly of sweat, varnish, and something indefinable, something electric—a ghost…
It is 1961. The sound of the future is a ragged, raw thing being hammered out in damp basement clubs,…
The air was thick with something electric in 1967. It was a summer—and then a fall—of transition, a head-rush of…
The needle drops, and before the snarl of Mick Jagger or the punch of Charlie Watts’s backbeat can set the…
The air inside the dimly lit café was thick with the smell of stale coffee and the distant, familiar scent…
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