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Narrative feature

A cult of inspired amateurishness that seized the 60s

Hugo Williams on his encounters with The Exploding Galaxy

3 May 2014

9:00 AM

3 May 2014

9:00 AM

The Exploding Galaxy flashed brightly in the black-and-white world that was just coming to an end as I was growing up. When I first met them, my opinion of art was fixed firmly against what I thought of as amateur. I came from a theatrical family, dedicated to extreme professionalism and mockery of anything less.

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The above is a foreword to 99 Balls Pond Road: The Story of The Exploding Galaxy (Scrudge Books, £59, pp. 522, ISBN 9780992777500). Available through scrudgebooks.com

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