By 1973 the sixties lay mouldering. This was David's attempt to resurrect them. Whilst always remembered for the Beatles, Dead and later Floyd, David showed where the real scene lay. In the frenetic high octane, hormonally charged rush to headbutt the past and live for the moment RNB. This was one template for punk along with the Dolls who also incidentally resurrected the 60's rockers.
These marked an English renaissance. It was only a few years before Tommy Steele and a host of lackadaisical crooners ruled young people's lives in post war sepia. The early 60's with Them, Pretty Things, early Floyd, Who, Zombies, Animals, Stones and Dave Clark took the beat back to the US for the first ever a successful British invasion after two hundred years of trying. All we did was repackage their black acts, speeded up with the sound of an English amphetamined sensibility. This weaved a new form of imagination, a new revelation.
The sounds showing the white working classes of the UK, the ones that bore the body count in two world wars had something going between the ears, heart, groin and upward, onward- connecting the spirit of zest, zing and zap. The first cultural revolution, an upheavel turning the tables, brought the mournful "Sorrow," the acid drone of "See Emily Play," and the frantic rocking of "Rosalyn."
David took us back to the big bang recreating the moment deep in the caverns of mod sensibility, in the same way the Dolls and the Cramps gave the kiss of life to Americana. Turning these slabs of 7 inch vinyl fires into pure sparklers. Personally if he had never done anything else I he was a genius. Although covers, the originals are brilliant killers in their own right, David charged these songs with his particular presence, electrifying them. In the 70's you could rightfully ask "Where have all the good times gone?" By the early 70's beards, flares and Rick Wakeman bored the pants of the loons.
Once digested, the rough edges bring back the glitz- return to originals, a whole other world lies dormant under the dross of 60's hagiography. Note no Beatles covers. The real scene lay in submerged waters. This dives down and lets you out just at the right places.