Wigan Casino 1977

I was searching for a song I heard on Radio 2 last night, when I found this is strange, somewhat confused but still wonderful documentary about the Northern Soul scene of the mid-to-late-70s. It's also about working class British youth of the time, and, wider than that, about being part of a scene, any scene. 1977 was closer to the end of WWII than we are to 1977, and looking at the bombed-out, or at least demolished, wasteground in some of these shots, it reminds me of a lot of growing up in west Leeds around that time, not exactly where I lived, but neighbouring Armley and Holbeck. The talking head pieces from the record dealer/lathe operator with the beard are so soaked in melancholy and love for the scene they're bloody heartbreaking, when you realise the casino did close down in 1981. I wish there weren't the folky interludes in this, they take the shine off it for me, but I still recommend watching it. G
 PS The record I was looking for is the Northern Soul killer 'Oh baby don't you weep' by Luther Ingram.