Of all the musicians that we lost this year, the one that affected me the most is someone most of you probably haven't heard of. Costas Constantinou, singer, guitarist and main songwriter of Greek neo-psychedelic band Purple Overdose apparently died in his house a few days ago during the Corona lockout, though there are no indications that he was infected. He can't have been more than 60 years old. I first saw P.O. live around 1990. I was a big fan of garage and psychedelia at the time, blindly buying any record that came out between 1966-1970. Can't say I regret it either, the late 60's were a wonderful time for music. But in my mind that kind of music sadly belonged to the past - until, that is, I saw Purple Overdose play, they could transport you right back to psychedelic London circa 1968. It wasn't just the music, but the fact that the band had immersed themselves in that period in every way: music, lyrics, clothes, attitude, probably even the relevant drugs. I became an instant fan of and started hyping them to my friends. Infuriatingly, it was a year or two before they appeared again; I think some members were unavailable because of compulsory army duty. But for the following decade they gigged often and I rarely missed a chance to see them. They also became the only band, along with The Fuzztones, whose albums I'd buy immediately after release, because I couldn't wait to listen to them - no youtube or streaming services at the time, that meant you'd have to wait for an album to get radio play or find someone to lend it or tape it for you. Or wait for the reviews to decide on buying. But of course I needn't read the reviews when it came to P.O. - I'd snatch their albums as soon as they came out. Great investment it was too, seeing as the original LPs (they released almost exclusively vinyls) now cost in the neighborhood of €80. Constantinou was also a dedicated collector of vinyl - we must have had the same buying habits and record store routes, because I'd catch him hanging around at record shops every other week or so. It never told him what I thought of his music or even that I recognize him, we just spoke a few times as fellow music enthusiasts about a record that was playing on the store, or that one of us was holding. He was something of an authority on everything regarding psychedelia, garage and prog but also very well informed on other styles of music.


***** for Moonlight Sunshine, Cosmic Ladder, Golden Eyes, (Shady Reflections At The) Magic Forest
**** for Suite For A Sunshine Day, Rain Without Storm, White Colours
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