It's Friday night and the All That Is Solid disco is underway. My pick for this evening was placed highly in the best dance songs of the 1990s, but now haunts the backwoods of YouTube and Spotify with other huge and tragically forgotten tunes of yesteryear. Yet until my dying day I shall maintain there are fewer better ways to touch off the dance floor than with this house monster from 1992. Are you ready to fly?
Friday, 30 May 2014
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