...why don't our parents worry about us?
...why don't our parents worry about us?


...why don't our parents worry about us?
This is THE mixtape. The mixtape I received when I was 11 from a colleague of my dads I mentioned I liked Nirvana to, and a few weeks later she presented me with this tape, which has arguably formed my entire music taste from then to the present day. Not entirely conciously - I discovered this while we were going through the neglected dusty tape boxes today, having not listened to it for about 5 years, but the key elements are there: Nick Cave, My Bloody Valentine, Joy Division are all artists I enjoy now, whereas back then it was Muse and The Pixies that struck me the most.
It was like finding an old friend hiding in the cupboard...