Friday

johns children

...yet more exploitational gear, if such a thing was still possible, from these chancers who modified the club R&B to freak the beat with some groovy outta-sight lyrics from the soon to be bopping elf, old marc himself, most likely at the time the king of all london towne chancers...pounding dancers just right for any passing whizzed up ticket to dig...carnaby street clobber, flowers and boy racers are all here ready to vibe the scene till the colours merge into the distant white light...
...get it here...

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