Tonight we go back, way back, to the days when life was simple,
exciting and full of flavour. Cadbury's Aztec bars in your
pocket, salty monkey nuts in a paper bag and a full tank of
petrol that felt like a tiger roaring under the bonnet.
And tonight, I'm taking you back when you kicked a ball in the
street in your brand new brogues, dreaming big, listening
to the radio and singing along with Grey and Bonnie's
Supergirl. These were the sounds and the
moments that defined a generation, the little sparks
that made every day extraordinary.
This morning to you. But girl, unless I knew God, I
can take care of myself. I'm a man.
I can take it. I'm don't you.
I can take care of myself and wake up you and me.
I'm the man. You're my hope of heart.
I'm not going to cry. And you won't break every world,
but I'm going to show you, girl, that I can take care of myself.
Oh man, I can take it. I will show I can take care of
myself. And without you, I'll make it.
I'm going. Now the word how you do all of
that and your brother. Yeah.
How you way to shut me down and your friends all do that.
I need no money to bring. I can take care of myself.
I'm a man. I can take it.
I'm going to. I can take care of myself.
You will talk to you and make it.
I'm for me. I can take care of myself.
I can. And of course, it's all about
the music. The soul.
Not just any soul, but the Northern Soul that got hearts
racing, feet flying and the dance floor alive.
From Manchester to Stoke. Tonight we're digging out those
rare grooves. The records that made nights
unforgettable. The tracks you chase, the songs
that defined your teenage years. The energy, the passion and the
joy of discovery. Music that felt like it was made
just for you. My darling, there's my heart.
You're here. I'm crying.
Oh, my darling, can't you hear me?
I won't. You need me.
Oh, my darling, you must know I need your soul now.
I'm afraid I can't go on it's life without you, darling, So
much more than I can bear. Oh, I need your precious love.
And I don't know how I'm going to make it from him.
Oh, mighty darling, that's my heart.
You hear a fright. Oh, mighty darling, it's so
Hardy His first name died. Oh, my darling, you become a
heaven, and I can't break it. Oh, my darling.
Never gets so lonely. Just can't take it now.
I'm afraid I can't go on. It's life without you, darling.
It's tearing me down. Me down.
Shadow rubber. Whoa.
I find myself this wishing for the feel of your lips, touch of
your hand. Oh my darling, that's my heart
you hear on Friday. Oh my darling, there's no hearty
first and die. No, I'm afraid I can't go on.
It's like without you, darling. It's just like trying to bend it
up. I feel so long and grimless and
there's no solution. I just got to have you.
Oh my God, that's my heart. You hear a crying.
Oh my God, that's all Hardy. This wasn't dying.
Oh my God, that's my heart. You hear a crying.
Oh my God, that's all Hardy. This wasn't dying.
Jackie Lee's Oh my Darling isn't just a song, it's a reminder of
why Northern Soul wasn't only about rarity, but about passion.
Each record carries a story, each note demands attention, and
Jackie Lee's voice is a perfect example of that understated
magic. You.
Know dancing is a part of life. It's one of the thrills of young
America, and Young America has been responsible for setting
most of the world's dance creams.
We get the twist, the monkey, the duck, and now we're going to
do the skate. So come on, stop it.
All right, we go. Here we go.
Now there's that beat and I must dance.
Oh, yeah. Now there's that rhythm that
puts me in a trim. Oh, yeah.
Now that beat and that rhythm just keeps building up.
It's too hot for me to slow down.
I feel what happened and I'm the time I'm to dance with that.
Now there's that groove that makes me want to move high.
Yeah, now that groove is filled with soul and I can't help but
lose control 'cause that feet and that rhythm just keep
filling that up. It's too hot for me to slow
down. I'll be I'm filled with
happiness and I'll be their mom to live with that.
And now music is such an attraction to move my feet into
my first reaction, 'cause that's the only way to get done is
watch me now as I go into action.
Now I'll let you again. And that rhythm too high and
music make you feel like I do. You gotta dance too.
All right, 'cause my feet and that arimal just keep feeling
it's too high for me to slow down and my feet are filled with
happiness and I'm going to do that.
Hey, you know, I feel great. All right, I'm going to do that.
Hey now. Picture this, the mid 70's.
The air is thick with anticipation, the dance floor
alive with movement and a rhythm pounding through the speakers
that makes your heart skip and your feet move before your mind
can catch up. The rhythm, that irresistible Dr
comes courtesy of Richard Temple and the track, that beating
rhythm. It's a slice of soul that
captures the energy, the flare and the sheer joy of the era.
It was recorded in the mid 60s, but only finding its audience on
the Northern Soul circuit a decade later.
This is the music that crossed oceans, bridging the streets of
Detroit, Philadelphia, and Chicago with hidden basements,
all nighters, and the Mecca ballrooms of the North.
Tonight we're going to dive into these grooves, exploring the
stories behind the artists, the clubs where their sounds became
legends, and the culture that transformed small, pressing
records into national obsessions.
Everything that you care 'cause I can see right through
everything that you do. Don't play games.
Don't you dare. Since I'm not a child, I don't
do things that I used to. You're accustomed to playing
around every girl that you know, baby.
You're accustomed to having your way everywhere that you go to
return all the love that you are asking, baby.
Unless you think that you deserve all the things that I
can give you, I need a guy that I can trust every little into my
heart, baby. I need a guy who will give all
his love. I'm all the storm heart, baby,
Don't bet you don't. You retain.
Don't pretend, Don't you pretend.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, baby.
Don't pretend 'cause you know that you don't have to ever
spare my feelings. I'm a big girl.
I face backs. I don't have to put up all your
double dealings in your hues. Go wasting the time stumbling
around you while you feel around trying to make up your mind or
what you're going to do. Baby, don't pretend, don't you
pretend. Don't pretend, don't you?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, baby, No, no, no, no,
no, no, no. And tonight, the soul.
Not just any soul. This is the sound of discovery.
The records you didn't hear on the radio, the ones you've found
in the back rooms, record shops and the all nighters.
That was the bells and don't pretend.
Pure Northern Soul energy, bright harmonies, driving rhythm
and that irresistible bounce that fills the floor in seconds.
The night you left me, all I did was cry.
All I had was these super news since you said goodbye now party
super news, Heartache souvenirs. The handkerchief I wipe my
cheers with it's a heartache souvenir.
But just thank good luck. I cried on.
It's a heartache souvenir. All these things, a heart ex
souvenir. All these things, a heart ex
souvenir. I'm going to put these souvenirs
in. My heart is trapped to remind me
of the heartaches and the nights I cried the truth.
Thank the Lord I cried on the handkerchief.
I wipe my tears with. All these things, a heartache
souvenir. All these things, a heartache
souvenir. All these things a heartache
souvenirs, a chespank pillow. All these things a heartache
souvenirs the chespank handkerchief.
All these things a heartache souvenirs, the chespank pillow.
All these things, a heartache, Souvenirs, the chespank.
From the bounce and sparkle of the bells, we're moving to
something deeper, something heavier.
That was William Powell with Heartache Souvenirs, a voice
full of ache, a groove that moves slow and steady, and a
soul record that doesn't shout. It pulls you in.
This is the other side of Northern Soul.
Not just movement. Emotion, not just rhythm.
Good feeling. The kind of record that stills
the floor, changes a mood and reminds you why this music
mattered. I don't think
she had what to do. She's got it.
None. It's got a smooth groove, a warm
vocal, and that steady soul rhythm that keeps the floor
moving without forcing it. A record that doesn't chase you,
it carries you, and this is the sound of confidence, of soul
that knows exactly what it's doing.
We're going to lie and tomorrow we're going to play.
Now we're going to lie. Hey, tomorrow we're going to
play down. You irritate a lot of work.
You need a road bed for now, go ready, you know.
But this one won't make unless the captain's got it from there.
And tomorrow we're going to play now.
Half a leaner. Oh, yeah, She had a daughter.
Oh, she ran a smoke pass down by the border head.
Yeah. Havolina, 00, daughter.
She ran a smoke now stop by the water, the way the wind is cold,
we won't sheave in it. Shout right behind me now Daddy
now went wrong, we won't sheave in it.
And tomorrow we go to play. Now we're all alive all night.
And tomorrow we're going to sleep now, I said.
Tomorrow we're going to sleep now, I said tomorrow, tomorrow,
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. We're going to sleep now.
We're in the 60s now, the real 60s Northern style, when soul
wasn't fashion, it was identity. You had to get in the bath to
shrink your Lee Coopers, scrub them raw to fade quicker.
There was red Barrel on the bar, Harrison jackets, Crombie coats.
This wasn't style. This was uniform.
It was Stax and Atlantic on the turntable.
It was going to a go go. It was Mooney.
Mooney, Aretha, JJ Jackson, Levi Stubbs.
Voices that carry power, pain, joy and truth.
And running through it all, that pulse, that heartbeat, the thing
that held it all together. Sweet soul music.
Baby, someday maybe you'll say. Way to hold you in my heart.
Show me all your charms. Help me.
I love you too. Promise that you won't go.
Baby, Baby, someday, you'll say. Help me, I love you so promise.
Tonight, it's all about the 1960s.
It was stateside record label souped up Mini Coopers, frothy
coffee, tins of Brasso on the shelves. 5 Park Dr #6 And if you
were really flush, it would be Benson and Henge's king size
Green Shield stamps and the iconic Ready steady go.
Some people say wait until tomorrow, but tomorrow might
breathe more sorrow. So far, when you say stay your
Mother Day, the pain won't be today.
I'll go on to ski and I'll go on the way for as long as let us
hope I don't have to stay my love for you and that.
So will you please, please try to stay back?
Yes, I will. Yes, I will.
I'm going to love you every day going to love you.
Come on baby, back a road dooming on a phone.
Come back to have a love one. Family is going to take a little
time so I'll just have patience and wait and see.
It's the girl I need so badly. Will never leave me.
Baby, I love you. Baby, I need you.
And that was from Rarity and Reputation.
And we move into promise, into warmth, into commitment.
Soul. That was Edward Hamilton with
I'm going to Love You. Pure, deep soul.
Tender, honest and full of feeling.
A voice that doesn't perform, it confesses.
A record that doesn't rush. It connects.
This is the side of the scene people forget.
Not just dancers and DJs, but emotion, memory and meaning.
The kind of record that didn't just fill floors, it stayed with
people. There's some money alone when
you're trying to make it all alone and you've got nothing
right in your corner to spin my side.
Now all it takes is to let out the whole life, to make this
world too hard, to get the child up the stream.
The. I.
The. Probably one of the best dance
records of the 1960's, The Young Hearts.
I'm talking about the 60s we're retracing, revisiting and we're
talking about what happened in the 60s, as well as the
fantastic soul music and Northern Soul music.
We're talking about Prince of Wales cheques, tonic suits, MIDI
skirts and chokers, blackjacks and penny arrows.
Blow football. Can't forget Old Spice
aftershave. Fred Perry's black Blazers, red
or a yellow trim all the way round and button down collars.
Ben Sherman, Jtex and brollies like Steed in The Avengers.
Patrick Mcgoohan, The Prisoner. Questions without answers and
messages without instructions and M appeal.
Modern Britain on the screen. When you first came around the
neighbourhood. Came around the neighbourhood.
You look so good. Tell you how I feel now.
You know my lovers feel deaf. You gotta do what you gotta do.
Come on and do what you gotta do.
And when you do, baby, you will be mine.
Oh, baby, you're gonna be mine too.
Little girl, I asked you to be my girl every day, every year.
But you keep telling me you just can't say.
You just. Oh, yeah, That is just one
reason why you have almost another guy.
Dad, you gotta do what you gotta do.
You gotta do what you gotta do. And when you do, when you do.
When you do, when you do. Oh, you're gonna be mine.
Oh, you know, I'll just do right and give you everything you want
to do right now. You everything up the thing
twice before running back right to him.
You gotta give him back his ring.
Tell him that it does something. Nothing.
Yeah. You gotta do what?
We also had Monty Python's Flying Circus, stone dance
floors, bent bicycle wheels. Outside all the discos, it was
Blue Eyed Soul, Chris Farlow, Wayne Fontana and British voices
wrapped in American rhythm and the places the clubs really
mattered. The Blue Note, the Ambassadors,
the Mojo, the Flamingo. And it was basement, cellar,
sweat, music and movement. And then quietly, underneath it
all, Dave Goldin Soul City import boxes and not forgetting
the phrase, Keep the faith. Not a phrase, a belief system, a
code moving through the underground light.
A quiet storm. No noise, no headlines, no
approval. Just soul.
Just music. And just people who knew they
were part of something before it had a name.
And tonight, hopefully, I've told that story through the
records, through the rhythm and through the soul.
Guess I'll be moving on. I'm tired of being blue.
Now you get used to being love only 'cause I'm fed over you.
Now you know you're just a fool. You've got yourself to blame,
baby. Isn't it just the shame now?
After I've gone on, You're going to feel it too loud.
I treated you so very good, like no one else would do.
Now you know you're just gonna. You made our love again.
I said a baby. Isn't it just a shame?
Now wait till tomorrow. Me.
You'll be going straight No more tomorrow.
Goodbye. I've got to go.
I just can't wait. Oh no.
You know, you're just a, you play losing gay, my sin, a baby.
And it's just a shame. Oh, it's a shame.
From the rare imports to Warren 40 fives, from movement to
meaning, This was soul, Northern style.
And if you were there, you know, you don't remember the charts,
you remember the nights, you don't remember the labels, you
remember the feeling. So keep the faith, keep the
record spinning, and keep the memory alive, because this music
never left us, we just carried it forward.
Until the next time, bye. Bye.
If you're wondering if my love is true, real is true, and I'll
give a few of you were my lover this fall is right on me.
Told you may roar anywhere, but my lover will be right there.
I'm a share with you, my lover. They don't compare so don't
worry. I guarantee you only you, only
one of you is pointing right at you.
I'll sit in my lover before.