Oh my god, that's the funky sh*t
or the definitive guide to the new listener to jumpy shouty music
- Find a decent couple of blokes to go to a student night-club with.
- Come home.
- Wake up the next afternoon with an aching head, sore neck muscles, bruised legs, splinter gut, a strange whistling noise in your head that just won't go away, and a feeling of complete euphoria at having the first great night of your life.
- Rush out armed to the teeth with cash trying to obtain the tunes you heard last night.
- Return home with tears streaming from your eyes, realising your plan to buy Our Price with 48p, failed.
- After a week of scratching around, you come across a blank cassette, and give it to a chum who has gone through the whole experience before.
- Realise you are holding ninety minutes of pure, unadluterated fine music that will blow your nan's pants off even if she dared to think about saying "That's nice, dear".
- Contemplate putting your new new TDK D90 in the machine.
- Eat a steak and kidney pie instead.
- Clear your bladder, this will be a pants wetting experience.
- Go down to the shop to see if they've sold out of FHM's already. Failing that, buy a copy of GOAL magazine.
Do you know what? This all gets too autobiographical too soon. I don't think I know you well enough to let all of this out just yet.
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