Brian Hyland 1962 – Sealed With A Kiss
The year is 1962. The cultural summer is drawing to a close, a season still defined by clean-cut teen idols…
The year is 1962. The cultural summer is drawing to a close, a season still defined by clean-cut teen idols…
The record needle drops. There is a perceptible hiss, an audible intake of the room’s air before the music begins.…
The year is 1970. The decade is a liminal space, the paisley shimmer of psychedelia curdling into the dense, serious…
The year is 1961. The air in Britain is buzzing with an almost visible electricity, the sound of traditional popular…
The dial glows softly in the pre-dawn kitchen, spitting static between the big city radio stations. It’s 1965, and the…
The year is 1961. Trad jazz—that spirited, nostalgic, New Orleans-revival sound—still pulses through Britain’s dance halls and late-night clubs. Amidst…
The transistor radio, that constant companion of the mid-sixties teenager, had a way of flattening everything into an audible, vibrating…
It is April 1961, and the neon lights of the city are spilling rain-streaked colors across the cobblestone. Forget the…
The room is dark, save for the ruby glow of a late-night radio dial, the kind with thick, satisfying vacuum…
The year is 1964. The British Invasion is no longer a rumour; it is a full-scale occupation of American radio…