Spent the day crippled with pain, inadequately fought by a cocktail of opioids, lying on my screwed up back, with nothing better to do than immerse myself in depressive music. After a couple of hours of full blast head-phoned Joy Division, Smiths, Manics etc, I ended with some proper misery gothic
Nothing quite like classic Bauhaus for some reveling in self-pity.
Enjoy...
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As a 28-year-old, this is a blast from my past and a song that always brings back fond memories, in particular memories of driving through the Alps (well, I was too young to drive) in a van with my dad and a guy called Ollie as we went on to climb Mont Blanc. Love it.