There's a story about British soul that rarely gets told straight. Not imitation — absorption. A group from Birmingham in 1978 who sounded like they'd grown up on Gamble and Huff. A London trio who actually broke through in America without a gimmick. A voice from Canterbury who sang as if the microphone wasn't on, recording neo-soul before anyone had named it.
Lew Kirton is in here too — British soul with Barbadian roots, which makes it personal for me. Same part of the world my mum came from.
The show ends in 2024, with a voice that knows exactly where it came from. The circle closes. It always does.
