Midnight Horror Show
I asked.
He plucked the headphones from around his neck and gently placed them over my head. Then he handed me a plastic cassette case with names of songs written in messy block letters. I heard a click, and then my head nearly exploded. Pounding, concussive blasts of drums and guitars in unison: BUM, BABABA-BUM, BABABA-BUM, BABABABABA-BUM. I winced, took off the headphones, and handed them back.
“That’s Diamond Head,” he said with a grin. “They’re fuckin’ awesome, right?”
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