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Phil May, the singer of Pretty Things, has died aged 75


It has been confirmed that Phil May, the singer of English rock band Pretty Things, has passed away at the age of 75.

May, who rose to fame as the frontman and founder of the band in the 1960s, died after suffering complications from an emergency hip surgery following a bike accident.

The statement reads: “It is with very deep sadness that the management of The Pretty Things have to announce the death of the band’s lead singer, Phil May.

“Phil passed away at 7.05am on Friday, May 15 at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Kings Lynn, Norfolk. He was 75. 

“He had been locked down in Norfolk with his family and, during the week, Phil had suffered a fall from his bike and had undergone emergency hip surgery, after which complications set in.”

May, who remained a constant member pf Pretty Things despite its ever-changing line-up, played a major role in all 12 studio albums the band released. The most recent, of course, was The Sweet Pretty Things (Are in Bed Now, of Course…) which came out in 2015.

“What we were attempting was attempted again by different bands later for whatever their reasons were,” May previously said in an interview with Classic Rock. “We started to try to do something different. We tried to change the landscape, and a lot of prog bands came along with totally that intention. They didn’t want to be just rock bands.

“Acid changed my life. I saw things in a completely different way. The actual visual experience of being on a trip was stimulating. I found I could control what was going on, to a certain point. I would turn taps on and blood would come out. You’d wash your face and you’ve got blood all over it, but you know you haven’t. 

He added: “And to know you could go back to the bar upstairs and sit there and talk to somebody and you weren’t covered in blood, but you’d experience it as if you were. Or you’d watch somebody’s head changing shape as you were talking to them. 

“It was like a sharpening of the imagination for me. I don’t think S.F. Sorrow would have been impossible without it, but there’s a lot of acid in it, in the imagery.”