Listening to A Taste of Throbbing Johnson, an amateurishly produced indie tape that I somehow acquired in 1999 or 2000. Just the bare tape in a blank case, so no names to go on. It has a mildly amusing audio skit at the end. A total mystery… someone must have given me the cassette, perhaps a street busker or someone I met in a club, but I can’t remember who or under what circumstances. I accumulate a lot of music that way, which tells you something about my life. No trace of the band anywhere on the web. It’s not bad music, tho.
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