Northern Soul Compilation for jackhammer and anyone else who's interested.
Just for fun and to make it a bit more interesting for the listener, this compilation is laid out with a storyline.
I've tried my best to put them in the order listed below, but for some reason the upload mixed them up randomly.
So a quick re-arrange before listening should do the trick.
Most of these tracks are Northern standards, some are Motown rarities and one is pure Deep Soul.
Boy meets girl, she reluctantly falls in love despite a recent heartbreak. Suspicion and fear of commitment leads to relationship breakdown ...or does it?
To be played in the following order;
1. The Girl Across The Street - Moses Smith
2. Lonely Lover – The Four Tops
3. You’re Gonna Make Me Love You – Sandi Sheldon
4. Open The Door To Your Heart – Darrel Banks
5. You Got Me – Jaibi (not a northern track, but a deep soul song and easily the most perfect tune in existence)
6. Sunny – Marvin Gaye
7. Turning My Heartbeat Up – MVP’s
8. Suspicion – The Originals
9. Tainted Love – Gloria Jones (1964 original much covered and still the best)
10. Just A Little Misunderstanding – The Contours
11. Here Are The Pieces Of My Broken Heart – Gladys Knight & The Pips
12. You Don’t Want Me No More – Major Lance
13. No One There – Martha Reeves
14. There’s A Ghost In My House – R. Dean Taylor (covered by The Fall)
15. Lonely, Lonely Girl Am I – The Velvelettes
16. Seven Days Too Long – Chuck Woods
For men with soul and all women.
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