Blaring horns and a pulsating beat that'll easily put you in a fist-pumping trance state. Then, out of nowhere, weird but familial lyrics make you wanna hug somebody before you snap out of all that and return to jerking whilst making stolid faces at everyone around. The post punk/new wave/pre industrial/pre techno D.A.F. took shit from no one but played like they were brothers.
This is how we do Throwback Thursday.
John Penn Browning