Try to imagine the following.
1988, you just walked out of a pub in Manchester at 10:30 pm, it's dark outside and you decide that you are not that tired. Your feet are automatically walking in the direction of Whitworth Street West where a huge crowd is waiting to get inside the Haçienda, one of the most notorious night clubs ever. You know the bouncer, he lets you in and as soon as you enter the main room, you hear a pulsating bass & pounding drums. You order a pint at the bar and walk further onto the dance floor while the pulsating bass & pounding drums are getting louder and louder.
That track could have sounded something like this.
1988, you just walked out of a pub in Manchester at 10:30 pm, it's dark outside and you decide that you are not that tired. Your feet are automatically walking in the direction of Whitworth Street West where a huge crowd is waiting to get inside the Haçienda, one of the most notorious night clubs ever. You know the bouncer, he lets you in and as soon as you enter the main room, you hear a pulsating bass & pounding drums. You order a pint at the bar and walk further onto the dance floor while the pulsating bass & pounding drums are getting louder and louder.
That track could have sounded something like this.
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