At the '80s funeral, suddenly from the last limousine stepped out two very strange guys. One, the lankier one, kept dancing as if possessed by the spirit of an acid-tripping Buster Keaton. The other, the more robust one, had just raided all the XL sizes from the department stores in Manchester and aspired to become the pioneer of a new afro~delico~funky~house sound. What strange characters roamed around Manchester back then.
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