I’ve spent the last two days working on Metal Hammer magazine and loving it. The team were great and the stuff they write is so out of the realm of my experience that every word’s a surprise. I mean, who knew there was a band out there called Rotting Christ?
Whole new world, I’m tellin’ ya.
Of course, two days spent listening to thrash metal does leave you yearning for something a little less, well, otherworldly. So tonight, determined to redress the balance, I spent two hours browsing iTunes and downloading a ridiculous amount of music from my childhood to remove the thrashy ringing from my ears.
I really do have the worst taste in music. For every act I’m proud to like (Goldfrapp, The Doors, Crowded House) there are ten I can’t believe live on my iPod. The latest unfashionable rascals to join the rabble included Jean-Michel Jarre, Adam & The Ants, Kenny Rogers and Starship (“We Built This City” is an underrated classic).
And who knew that David Essex sang “Together In Electric Dreams”?
…Like I said, the worst taste.