Having lived through the Wigan early years when the distorted sound quality from self recorded cassette tapes were the only way to hear the sounds that were being blasted out on a Sunday morning throughout the following week and weeks, you remember, no digital cameras or phones capable of taking film footage, and those intervening years of dying brain cells from abuse of whatever kind was fashionable in this crazy mixed-up world, I would like in several years time to be able to sit down and watch a film that brings back happy memories of my youth. So, if I miss it on it's cinema release, I'll be buying it on DVD and watching it with a tear in my eye and verballing to anyone that will listen that I was a part of that, but no, because it was done some 40 years after the event I'm not on the bloody film, as the soul scene evolved as I and others aged, some of them sadly not evolving past the loutish working class of the 70's that beat the crap out of each other on the terraces on a Saturday night and then gurned and stomped the night away at what was at the time the closest place to Heaven on Earth, their venom now turned inwardly to criticise the compilation CD's that are marketed to go with the film, all thinking they could do better or that the film will quicken the demise of the soul scene. Surely they should be making an effort to encourage and nurture the youth of today to stop listening to the garbage that they are drip fed and hark back to a time when the sublime music of our youth had the devoted travelling the length and breadth of the country to listen to it, we owe that to the makers of the music if not the makers of the film, they weren't the blinged up power crazy, so called musicians of today, they were people trying to make a difference, and they make a big difference to me and countless others without even knowing it.