624. Richard Anthony: “What Now My Love”
Genuinely terrible, the sort of thing that gives all French pop music a bad name (as well as leading directly to the likes of Peter Sarstedt), and completely unforgiveable. (1)
Genuinely terrible, the sort of thing that gives all French pop music a bad name (as well as leading directly to the likes of Peter Sarstedt), and completely unforgiveable. (1)
An irrelevant jaunt for Motown here at the height of their mid-Sixties powers, perhaps – the label’s own writers and singers were coming up with better pop records than this one in-house – but the whole thing ends up being sneakily likeable, and I’ve no quarrel with it at all. (5)