Cassettes stolen from my dad

My dad set a tape on my desk on Cassette Store Day and it brought back the idea that I think I invented these bands when I'd been listening to them whilst still in the womb. (I was kind of shocked that dad listens to x-ray spex). We're so terrifically un-musical, but we appreciate a bespectacled singer or two. Pure critics. I grew up with my answerphone message as the intro to this charming man: just as you could hear morrissey's breath before his first note, my dad would pause it and say "you've reached the smiths". 
I still think that's sweet and pretentious and just typical of the musical elitist that is my father. 

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