Procession Relocates To London, Mike Hugg Produces
Arriving in London, Procession soon found their feet on the burgeoning live scene and became a popular and regular attraction at the Marquee during early-mid 1969. The band signed to Philips/Mercury and a second eponymous LP, produced by Mike Hugg of Manfred Mann attracted rave reviews but poor sales. In the U.S., this LP was released on Mercury's subsidiary label, Smash, with catalogue number SRS 67122. The track listing is as follows:
Side One:
You-Me / Gently Does It / Essentially Susan / Signature Tune / Adelaide, Adelaide / Take Time.
Side Two:
Every American Citizen / Sweet Simplicity / Automobile / September In July / Mind Magician / Anthem.
Likewise, two singles, Peacock’s “Every American Citizen” c/w “Essentially Susan” and a re-recording of “Anthem” as “One Day Every Week” backed by Peacock's “Wigwam City”, released in October 1968 and December 1968 respectively, also flopped.
In March 1969, Collinge left to join Manfred Mann Chapter III and former Cat Stevens sideman, Chris Hunt (born 15 November 1945 in Hillingdon, Middlesex, England) joined on drums. The following month, Peacock brought singer Ross Wilson (born 18 November 1947, Armadale, Victoria, Australia), formerly of The Pink Finks and Party Machine, over from Australia but by September 1969, Procession fell apart.
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