And completing our fawning over the week's output from Kings Cross, Bob Stanley's plea to remember the force that Cliff Richard was, rather than the tiresome Tory arse he became:
The late 60s and early 70s produced a wealth of forgotten Cliff treats. After Throw Down a Line came The Joy of Living, a snipe at postwar town planning, of all things. Silvery Rain was about pesticides. Then in 1972 came a single called Jesus. Robin Turner of Heavenly Records remembers being a teenager, "head full of all the usual prejudices that 18-year-olds have" and hearing the song. "It absolutely floored me. The most amazing thing wasn't that I was having my mind blown by Cliff, it was that I was being mind-blown by a Christian rock record that sounded like a pill-ravaged Primal Scream circa Movin' on Up." To add to the fun, Jesus was written by somebody called Hamburger.