Please see Torquaymada’s also from yesterday.

Right … my attitude to 60s pop is mixed … I rarely return unless via a current day reaction video and that was the case with these below. Thereafter, via word association football, certain artists who were curiosities for different reasons … well, they do intrigue.

First one up was a curious group of whom one of the reactors asked … why on earth could they not just give themselves a simple band name? There are two good versions … one on stage, with the singer trying to crack a whip, not shooting a pistol, the second below.

What on earth were they up to? It was in bleedin’ Suffolk of all places, real Rio Grande, no? Part of the British Invasion of the 60s. Frightening thing for me was … I was around … yikes!

Second curiosity was P.P. Arnold who was there at the right time, mixed with all the right people of the time, had a pretty powerful voice, was promoted by people such as The Small Faces, was liked by Tina Turner … so why on earth is there a dearth of good material online about her and why did she “never quite make it big”?

An unworthy thought was that she put it about a bit too much, as a groupie might … check out her Wiki entry … her lovelife started at fifteen. She also had an attitude of a sort of pouting, resentful kind and maybe white audiences didn’t take to it. Plus her voice was not quite Tina Turner, plus she was not managed well … headstrong?

Whatever … this was quite a song in the day, I remember it coming out of the transistor radio quite often.

We were spoilt back then.

The thing with this last one was the dancing or attempts to do it. Thinking back, I was never part of such a scene (sigma forever?) but I did go to a few and remember once even attempting rock n roll with her, a decade out of date.