At the risk of being a cheese maker here, my sugar baby and dilyiid epitomise northern soul for some, and but not all. It's a broad church and the sweet uplifting feel to said tracks is miles away from say the moodiness of a Ray pollard or grey imprint for that matter. There is no arcatypical sound, look at what was played at the wheel, as much stax as motown! But it never sits sweet with the history writers and documentary makers, and ruins a simple narrative.