Let's listen to King Krule!

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Let's listen (after about a minute and a half of setup) to John Entwistle playing "Won't Get Fooled Again" without the rest of the band!

Let's listen to Robyn Hitchcock!

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Let's listen to Jörgen Ingmann!

Let's listen to Aimee Mann!

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Let's listen to Codeine!

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Let's listen to Chicago!

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I've had this song stuck in my head for three months. I even bought the album, hoping that I could play it enough that my stupid brain would lose interest. Nope!

This is deeply embarrassing to me. Chicago was always that weird jazz-pop band with the horns that somehow got played on the classic rock station, and which turned into a manufacturer of syrupy ballads in the 80s. Inescapable, but not even close to cool. Buying a Chicago album would have been unthinkable... until last month.

Help, internet. Help.

Let's listen to Jacob Collier!

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Let's listen to John C. Reilly!

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Let's listen to The Cure!

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