What do you get if you cross a teenage night out drinking questionably strong local ale at a pub with a canal barge for a bar, a December Sunday hangover, and a hitherto undiscovered record called “Pet Sounds” borrowed from the local record library?
An indelible Christmas memory bitchiz, that’s what!!!
That’s right gangbangers! It’s time to bend over and take your song recommendation like the loyal acolytes you are. YES that means you too old lady cowering at the back. Don’t think you get a free pass just because you’re new and scared.
Don’t fight it. It makes it so unpleasant for us both when you fight it. Lie back and breathe in the song’s vapours. Feel recommended…