The golden age is when your taste is formed and also your world view. It’s impossible to overstate how important tracks like this are. Listening to it/them on repeat in Vinny’s bedroom, getting wrecked with his parents sitting in the living room below, the width of a ceiling separating us. All windows open, calor gas going on the floor. Music like this marked a turning point in taste. The traditional band set up was still relevant, but this was a whiff of the funky future. It was sink or swim. Go with tradition, or embrace the shape of things to come. You began to question things and become open to difference. Not long after this I bought my first records by Miles Davis and Gil Scott Heron, even travelling down from Merseyside to see him play at the Commonwealth Institute in Kensington. It wasn’t just the Pop Group who represented a zealous political passion that hasn’t lost its relevance. And the sad news about Mark Stewart has just made me write this, causing waves of nostalgia to break.
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