I suppose it had to happen sooner or later...
DocMcCoy
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A Northern Soul movie.
Extra credit for using So Is The Sun in the trailer, points off for the "and they say white men can't move..." bit at the end.
Extra credit for using So Is The Sun in the trailer, points off for the "and they say white men can't move..." bit at the end.
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Doing a Google search for that World Column joint, I came across this. There's some tremendous stuff on here. To be honest, although I like the traditional Wigan sound, I always preferred the mid-70s Blackpool Mecca/Cleethorpes sound when I was a kid.
Northern England LOL, WACK!!
BAN
My sentiments as well....
As a young 16 year old kid growing up near Leeds I started going to Cleethorpes All Dayers and Blackpool Mecca in 1977. I never wanted to go to Wigan with their narrow minded view of what great soul music was. Cleethorpes Wintergardens played Northern and new stuff, Blackpool Mecca mostly new.
I started with Northern Soul at school in 74, and straight to All Nighters and All Dayers when I was 16. Discovered Disco and Jazz-Funk half a year later and jumped ship. Then it became every Friday checking out Ian Dewhurst / Paul Schofield at Leeds Central Club, and Saturdays was Rafters with Colin Curtis (every few months down at the Ritz All Dayers with Colin Curtis as well). Happy days....
Stay in it.
My own? Or someone esle's that I would then try to call my own?
"what you mean WE paleface?"
Your name alone should get you ban, JIMSTER...... WACK!!!
I ain't beefing, just goofing. I love everyone!
Harv, it's not as if you've ever let not knowing what the fuck you're talking about stop you from sounding off on something before, but...
^^^Wigan 4 Life.
i was jokingly referring to HC who is actually displaying a tremendous amount of restraint (for him) in this thread so far.
Told y'all I'm turning over a new leaf...and then smoking it of course...but still.
LOL
Also had Edwin Starr covering Movin' On Up by Primal Scream over the end credits which is STILL not avaliable.
Dance liberated them
Film cliched them
Seriously, I truly, truly, truly cannot handle any more cliched pieces of british period whimsy. It's like our equally painful victorian movies have been replaced by a constant stream of cheeky-lad-likes-girl-gets-in-a-spot-of-bother-all-ends-happily shite.
Life On Mars has a lot to answer for. I dunno whether it's because I'm old enough to have lived through the times that are so often being depicted in TV drama nowadays, but for every one of these things where I find myself admiring the level of attention to the period detail or certain other aspects of the mise-en-scene, there are two or three where all the good work is undone in that one moment where a central casting punk-rock type, complete with foot-high Schiaparelli pink mohawk and heavily-studded biker jacket, walks across the shot. In 1977. It's the modern equivalent of the stock Hollywood depiction of London - Routemasters, red telephone boxes, bowler-hatted city gents, and Big Ben clearly visible from anywhere in the city.
This thing looks like it could make a reasonably diverting midweek TV drama on Five or BBC3, and there's almost certainly a good movie to be made about or around that scene. I doubt this is it, though.
On the plus side, if it does do well there might be a decent cash in documentary series made.
Modern and Boogie 4 days doe
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about them......