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Terris, remember them? Brilliant, utterly brilliant interviewees. Rubbish music. J&MC since about 1995. Manic Street Preachers. Mike Patton. All great interviewees, all rubbish music.
Articulating myself a bit more (so, obviating the cathartic element to this thread) the problem I find is that music is nearly always better when it leaves you feeling a bit dirty, or ecstatic, or like you've been raped, or like you've had the best blow-job ever (etc) but it can be incredibly confusing when these effects actually happen to you.
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Last time I was in Chicago I spent an hour in a Nazi submarine with a banjo player.
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