Few songs invoke innocent nostalgia for me more than Cornershop’s 1997 hit “Brimful of Asha.” I’m sure if one were to invent a time machine, and go back to small-town-North-Carolina that summer, you’d find a moppy-headed, slightly-misguided kid walking around his parents’ hood, jamming this shit repeatedly on his discman, while incorrectly singing pretty much every damn lyric that’s uttered.
Oh pre-world-view-me. So cute.