My junior year roommate fucking loved this CD-single (as well as all the other proto-techno/house bands - al la Prodigy - that were blowing up at the time but that's another story) enough to curse me with a sort of Stockholm Syndrome opinion about it. By second semester I no longer wanted to kill myself as he blasted "Truth Is Out Of Style" through our miserable 600 square foot apartment - I actually dug it. Stumbling upon an mp3 of it the other day really uncorked a flood of memories from that great year. From Popov vodka bottle chugging marathons to gravity bongs in the fucking toilet - it was a fucking miracle I lived through it. Enjoy.
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