L7, Man

When I was a teenager nothing could have been squarer than this. I hated everything about this crap. I got a rash just hearing Nelson Riddle-sounding things. I hated the cultural references they used, and the whole Rat Pack Vegas ethos. I hated that they consorted with gangsters for the frisson of the company of powerful men. I hated their clothes and mocked their toupees. I wouldn’t drink amber liquor because they did.

It’s awesome, isn’t it?