It sounds like the Kinks filtering through the door. Yeah, definitely the Kinks. But that great, throbbing low end suggests it’s not a CD, and, sure enough, it’s not.
LPs, wax, vinyl, records – you know, those shiny black discs that people listened to for 30-odd years until they were replaced by shiny aluminum discs, which in turn have been replaced by downloads.
John Clements has about 25,000 of those pressed concoctions at Confusion Records in Lake Park [Florida]….
I’m not one of those folks who discriminates well enough (in reality or imagination) to care about the source of my music. However, I enjoy a fine madness, wherever encountered.