Indian at home
Moojik

By the Minkey Chief

When Bliddy Indians are asked what kind of music they listen to, they always answer, “Oh everything. I like any and all kinds of music.”

Any and all? Okayyyyyy …Napalm Death?
“Headbanging shit? No way!”

The Beatles?
“That’s old stuff. No way!”

The Spice Girls?
“Girl bands? No chance!”

Eminem?
“Rap shit? Never!”

The Chemical Brothers?
“What the same sound repeated 300 times in one song? No!”

Emerson, Lake and Palmer?
“Who?”

So what do you listen to then, arsebrite?
“Oh everything, Sting, Floyd, Sting, Floyd, Sting, Floyd, Sting, Floyd, Sting, Floyd. Stuff like that.”

However, this is swiftly changing. Music isn’t expensive and hard to get anymore and suddenly people are into all kinds of weird stuff.

In the old days, there was a time when it would be ultra-cool for you to casually say, “Hey have you heard Piper at the Gates of Dawn? It’s Pink Floyd’s first album – I think it’s the best.”

Nowadays, for attention, you need to say something like: “Hey, have you guys heard Gunge Potato? It’s a sub-underground German band that plays covers of background tracks to Swedish imitation-hentai inspired musicals that have played for less than one week in alt-Tokyo clubs in New York’s secret Art Banger circle.”

And as you look around with a smarmy, “that shut you all up” look, the 12-year-old girl at the back will say, “Oh yes! I downloaded it last week. Isn’t it cool?”

Stick with the Floyd and Purple bro. MC