THE HERMIT TREMBLES: PETER NOONE LOOKS BACK
On a warm, smoggy Saturday morning on the verge of September, this journal’s man on the West Coast called on Peter Noone, who, from farther than an arm’s length away, appears not to have aged two weeks in the decade and a half since he led Herman’s Hermits to the very apogee of adolescent acclaim.
THE HERMIT TREMBLES: PETER NOONE LOOKS BACK
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by
John Mendelssohn
On a warm, smoggy Saturday morning on the verge of September, this journal’s man on the West Coast called on Peter Noone, who, from farther than an arm’s length away, appears not to have aged two weeks in the decade and a half since he led Herman’s Hermits to the very apogee of adolescent acclaim.
Now the frontman of an Epic recording group called the Tremblers, the blithe and affable little Englishman had this to say for himself: