I like to snoop around and dig in the crates when the doors of an old uninhabited attic open up. I especially like old cassettes because they represent ancient soulful artefacts coming from a not-so-far era. At the time music was all about vinyls, tapes, plastic and sometimes wavering distorted sounds of sunburnt tapes... Even if I can't listen to them tapes anymore coz time did its part in fucking up these songs beyond any repair, I still enjoy opening these plastic cases and read old smelly covers...
Here is a song from that old sex pistols tape:
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