More 90's Indie nostalgia.
Flashbacks to Metro's.
The Clubs may now be smoke free, but the problem is, now that they don't smell of tobacco, you can smell the stink of piss it was masking...
Courting controversy here. Old Progtologist (excellent description, as provided by ma' friend Phylsta' @Phyl) Jams 90s and mid-90s at that, toon! When I careered towards my later 30s, music had changed so significantly from my comfort zone, I had to manufacture a dignified, yet trendy air of cool. This of course, would have nothing to do with chatting up younger laydeez, on nights out with my big pal, Stuarty...actually, it had pretty much everything to do with that. Clutching gamely at the straw of yoof culture, we would parade our 'experienced, quasi-getting on a bit, but still current' credentials & cast more than a fleeting glimpse at charty stuff, to prove we still had what it took. A Glasgow club we frequented, did play some half decent 70s rock, from time to time, which when necessary, we claimed not to know, despite singing lustily along. However, this excellent song captured our attention & we leapt around with the best of 'em, like Bank Managers on acid. Still love this...
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