“If I listen to this on headphones with my eyes closed, I can smell the students' union in Cardiff on a Friday night in 1988. Beer, fags, hot (as in very warm) bodies, White Musk, cider, patchouli and more beer. Sticky dancefloor, flailing limbs and a sense of enormous possibility.”
If I listen to this on headphones with my eyes closed, I can smell the students' union in Cardiff on a Friday night in 1988. Beer, fags, hot (as in very warm) bodies, White Musk, cider, patchouli and more beer. Sticky dancefloor, flailing limbs and a sense of enormous possibility.
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