This is one of those annoying records which appears to have no function
If Daleks ran Greek restaurants – this is the sort of music they’d play. Sort of pre-kiddyporn era Gary Glitter as interpreted by robots. Which, while it sounds like a great idea, isn’t. This is one of those annoying records which appears to have no function. It’s not very pleasant to listen to. It has no lyrics to speak of. And you can’t dance to it. Unless, perhaps, you are pukingly drunk. And smacked-up to the very edge of total coma. And German. And you’ve had, like, half your brain replaced by an experimental computer. Or something. Which is a bit of a niche market. Or so you’d think.