The only area where Temple fails is in persuading us that Feelgood were more than just a highly competent but fatally unambitious R&B combo. The good news is that it doesn’t matter: what draws us in are the personalities, particularly that of mad-eyed, hyperacute Essex eccentric Johnson, whose poetic musings on his own storied past form the bedrock of the narrative and feel especially poignant in the light of the sad news of his terminal illness. And it’s quite a tale, from the postwar industrial desolation of the Essex hinterland to the fleshpots and TV studios of London town, and out across the Atlantic to find the band rocking with The Ramones at the height of the NYC punk explosion.
What emerges is a film to rank alongside Temple’s own Joe Strummer elegy ‘The Future is Unwritten’ as the very best in British rock documentary. Riveting, even if you don’t like the music.
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