
The cosmopolitan seaside resort of Brighton, Sussex - my own birthplace, as it happens - has been a Mecca for the more unbuttoned forms of the performing arts ever since the louche patronage of the Prince Regent, later King George IV. Strangely, especially given its nearness to "Swinging" London, it produced only a sparse crop of memorable artists and groups in the halcyon years of pop and rock music. During their brief sojourn as a recording act, the Mike Stuart Span were the only such from Brighton - and that at the height of the sixties beat/psych era [...]