One of my favorite dives in Chicago always has a DJ spinning great records that surprise the hell out of you & keep you on your feet. They only have one rule: No playing Toto. Sounds straight forward, but there is so much depth to that one rule. It's a middle finger to over-produced pop crap that, thanks to an anti-culture movement that says that things that are embarrassing uncool are suddenly cool again, has made a resurgence. That being said, I'd be a fool to say that you can't like a song just because, & after a few beers I want to sing along to their anthemic one-hit wonder, Africa. There is a 45 out there somewhere that is cut in the shape of the African continent. Buy that one cause nothing else on this LP is worth it.
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