It's a handy key to our distant past. Whether it's alien or not, when the sound of which hits some memory strings, it opens a world of ethereal images, bright places, pretty faces, and intoxicating scents that make you 16 years old once again. Like a bomb, it penetrates your inner world before it explodes and blows you back to the days of innocence and childish indifference. Aaah, music. Indeed, nothing beats this fountain of youth.
The Housemartins's Build is one of those sounds that brings me back to the good old days, which, luckily, are just around the corner everyday.
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