The Spencer Davis Group 1965 – Keep on Running
The air in 1965 was thick with possibility, a charged atmosphere where the raw, untamed blues of America was being…
The air in 1965 was thick with possibility, a charged atmosphere where the raw, untamed blues of America was being…
The needle drops. It’s a late, rain-swept Friday night, and the dim glow from the vintage receiver is the only…
The moment the needle drops, the air thickens. It’s a late, rainy Tuesday night, and the low-wattage tube amp hums,…
The clock was ticking, a studio challenge set by the highest office at Hitsville U.S.A. It wasn’t about leisurely creation;…
The summer of 1969 felt like a slow-motion car crash of cultural promises and brutal realities. On the radio, the…
It is late. The city outside is reduced to a hum, and the low light of a single lamp catches…
The vinyl on the turntable has a faint, almost imperceptible warp, enough that the arm drifts slightly as it sweeps…
The year 1967 was a kaleidoscope of colour, sonic expansion, and rapidly dissolving boundaries in pop music. It was the…
There are records that encapsulate a moment, and then there are records that feel like the moment’s final, gorgeous exhalation.…
There are certain pieces of music, certain sounds, that are inextricably bound to a specific time of day—or perhaps, a…