Without music, life would be a mistake.

Here are the gruesome twosome investigating the wonders of my old ghetto blaster. Quite what they make of the cassette decks will be interesting to know. An element of me is saddened by the fact that they are not treated to the privilege of scratched vinyl records.

Oh the joys of Boney M's Moscow forever stuck in an endless loop of a groove of a battered old seven inch. No, it's the pops and pips of digital audio for these two.