"Ah, I'm looking for ... how shall I put it, that Paddington Station ice rink look? Can you build me that? Money's no object old chap, no object at all."
So I've got all these nice YouTube & Twitter music channels that I subscribe to, but do I have time to even check out the new music they send my way? No, I do not, because I cannot stop myself from coming back to Radio Clicks and Pops every night ... and then an hour passes and it's bedtime. But I missed out on so much great 80s & 90s music on account of weirdness, mostly though not entirely of my own making, so that much of my favorite music -- New Pornographers, XTC -- all that, which is like ancient history to most sentient beings of the powerpop fan variety, still feels just brand spanking new to me. And this Swindon stuff is flat-out brilliant.
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"Ah, I'm looking for ... how shall I put it, that Paddington Station ice rink look? Can you build me that? Money's no object old chap, no object at all."
So I've got all these nice YouTube & Twitter music channels that I subscribe to, but do I have time to even check out the new music they send my way? No, I do not, because I cannot stop myself from coming back to Radio Clicks and Pops every night ... and then an hour passes and it's bedtime. But I missed out on so much great 80s & 90s music on account of weirdness, mostly though not entirely of my own making, so that much of my favorite music -- New Pornographers, XTC -- all that, which is like ancient history to most sentient beings of the powerpop fan variety, still feels just brand spanking new to me. And this Swindon stuff is flat-out brilliant.
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