To have been young in London in the 1960’s must have been very heaven. At least if you had a yen to see live music in clubs and pubs and a dilapidated hotel on an island in the River Thames. The Rolling Stones, The Who, The Kinks, The Yardbirds, Cream, Pink Floyd… (stop me when it gets dizzying). The city was a musical crucible, taking American jazz and blues, English folk and whimsy, and a host of European influences, and transmuting them into the spun gold of classic rock, with a little help from art colleges and a couple of fellows named Marshall.
Stephen Tow and Tim Haigh are both young enough to have missed the party, and old enough to have gazed backwards wistfully from the late ‘70’s at what seemed then (and to be honest, seems still) a golden age. They share their enthusiasm via a transatlantic Skype connection.