I've been selling off CDs I have no nostalgic attachment to, and among the first to go were my Brand New Heavies CDs. Unfortunately, several times over the past week I've had my random feature on and song after wonderful song has played, only to be interrupted by the lite-funk, pseudo-soul of these fops, who sure as hell sound a lot better when a) not mixed in with superior tunes, and b) when the listener is drunk.
― Gear! (Ill Cajun Gunsmith) (Gear!), Monday, 27 June 2005 04:42 (twenty-one years ago)