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Can you be nostalgic for something you've never actually experienced
before? I ask because even a few seconds listening to The Allisons
(who are neither related nor named Allison) brought me back to a time
somewhere between the womb and my first transistor radio. I'm not
quite old enough to have first hand knowledge of early Sixties pop,
especially British pop, especially the Eurovision Song Contest of
1961, when these guys had their brief moment in the sun. And the
tracks I recognize are courtesy of other artists:
Hello
Mary Lou from
Ricky
Nelson,
It
Doesn't Matter Anymore from
Buddy
Holly (and others) to name just two. But there's something
wonderfully time capsuly about the renditions of these brothers who
weren't brothers. Maybe not everything about the early 60s sucked.
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