I first encountered Northern Soul at the Bowlie Weekender, Belle and Sebastian’s music festival at an old holiday camp in the early spring of 1999. On a personal level it was a disastrous weekend, but the music was wonderful and part of that was the hefty amount of Northern Soul classics played between performances. You can see why the genre appeals to the indie pop crowd, because god knows there’s nothing an indie/ twee fan likes to do more than balance out the relatively big names like the Sarah or Subway Records types, with an absolute obscurity like Hey! Paulette or the Cudgels or someone whose only song was on the Corrupt Postman tape. Similarly, Northern Soul is a genre that puts obscurity as almost of equal importance as the music itself - it’s a world where Motown and Stax are a bit obvious, and something like Don Ray’s Born A Loser (which is as much a pop song as it is a soul song) is seen as a mainstream single. So it’s a world that I get on that level, being as I am someone who loves nothing more than spending hours scraping through bargain bins for something strange and wonderful
It’s also telling that although the music is wildly important to the story being told here, it’s also somehow secondary. Much of the music recommendations come from lists - Nick Hornby must have sighed with satisfaction at this - and the details about the musicians mainly come in rather sweet bits where someone like Edwin Starr sounds proudly and sweetly puzzled that a bunch of spoddy white British kids consider him some sort of godhead. Otherwise it’s a fascinating, labyrinthine tale of fans, fandom, drugs, petty snobbery, dancing and geographical rivalries. It’s a joyous celebration of a form that obviously means the world to everyone involved, even if the behaviour of the collectors is a bit on the extreme side at times. I’m someone who loves this music but hates public dancing, so the likelihood of me seeing Northern Soul in the wild is next to zero, but it’s lovely to read about it. It’s also nice to see it dovetail into my own life a couple of times - Selectadisc, the greatest record shop of all time, is mentioned and two of the figures here are from my home in Todmorden
There’s also a fantastically funny subplot about one particular DJ, and huge Doctor Who fan, whose name I won’t mention because I’m sure he googles his own name (and it’s bad enough when someone who wrote a not very good book on a beloved SF film series keeps badgering me with messages here, let alone getting The Fan In Question turning up). The Fan In Question’s contribution to Doctor Who and Northern Soul is fantastically similar: gatekeeping, a bit of snobbery, using his huge resources to try and dominate fandom, turning those resources into trying to remould the subject in question to his own image and then alienating fandom with the end product which is weirdly tin eared and synthetic and doesn’t really understand why other people don’t appreciate him. The Fan In Question is bitter, entitled and full of rage at those he thinks do not appreciate him, both here in the book and in real time on twitter with regards to Doctor Who. It’s very funny
And finally, the book gets a point knocked off for proof reading issues (again, because of the SF franchise writer’s long standing beef with me I’m going to be a bit more detailed in discussing these - I can’t tell said writer about his Simian SF franchise book errors because I got rid of it quickly because i didn’t like the book). They’re very basic, but almost certainly a combination of lazy editing/ proofing and some spellcheck corrections which lead to musician’s names going a bit AWOL. It’s taken me a bit of time to track down some of the songs mentioned because of this, although it does give the book an air of an extended fanzine which is really no bad thing. It’s also a very funny parallel to how Northern Soul DJs tried to protect the identity of their obscure songs from potential bootleggers, by making up new band names/ labels for the singles when being played. If the intention was to throw people off the scent while trying to track down these original songs then it’s a very, very funny joke indeed