I am an evil giraffe. Who no longer blogs about politics.
Yeah, I know: it’s a bit late.
King Of Pain, The Police
This, ever and always this, shall be what I hear.
Also, stop draggin’ my car around.
This album was special because the cassette tape was Chromium Dioxode.
That made a difference in the 80s.
I got rolled up in that Columbia House bull-shat, for my eternal shame.
Is it f-ed up that 30 year old pop is better than anything you can find today or is it just get of my lawn?
No, it’s f-ed up. Think of how big Nirvana was with Smells Like Teen Spirit, and then think how there hasn’t been anything near that big since.
This album is why Sting was in Dune.
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