It’s time to sort the seethers from the basket cases.
1995 was a hell of a year for music.
Some complementary, some confusing, all classic. Whitney Houston and The Smiths?!
Before the internet, the best way to find out about cool music was watch MTV after midnight on Sundays. Or, you know, set your VCR to tape it.
Because there’s basically nothing sexier than a well-arched brow.
Imitation is flattery, or something like that. Or influence? That’s the nice word for it.