For ages, I’ve been holding close to my ample bosom an excellent song called Strict Machine by Goldfrapp. Throbbing electro beats, ethereal vocals, a lyric that’s just begging to be repurposed for an iPod or electricity commerical. It even makes a passable ringtone. Plus, as it’s barely charted, it’s a secret between me, fellow musical geniuses in the office and others around me.
Potentially not any more. It’s scraped into the top 20, and while that is a good thing does this mean I’m no longer obscurely cool ?