Definitely one of those tracks. This brings back so many memories. Pre-university, the spring and summer of 1989. The first rave I went to, at Biggin Hill Airfield, walking up to the hangar with a pocket full of weed, seeing the token police presence on the door, putting y hands up in surrender, getting laughed at asnd ushered in before they changed their minds. (I was already battered. First e’s on the way down in the Volkswagen Camper from The Elephant & Castle). Talking to other loved up football fans about the respective merits of our teams (no hate here). A fairground outside, platforms full of ravers going nuts, another influx at around 4am shortly after some clubs in the capital had shut. Dancing with supermodels. And this playing in the background.
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