The Rolling Stones in Hull, 1964.

I was never a fan myself, mainly because the poncey lead singer couldn't/can't sing. As my missus's grandfather used to say, if he was singing for nuts he wouldn't get the shells. Once Brian Jones was dumped and the blues musical foundations undermined they were completely worthless. Still the schmatte bears attention, though Jones's shirt collar looks decidedly grubby. I used to affect the look myself around that time; dark suit, white shirt buttoned at the neck (no tie), Spanish heel boots. And kecks just a little too tight to be gentlemanly.
Needless to say, this video only merits my attention because of the location.