I remember sitting in a friend’s car in my early twenties with speed metal blaring over the tape deck and wondering what music my children could possibly find that would shock and irritate me. Surely my generation had already found the loudest and most grating sounds possible.
Autotune. That’s what they came up with. It seemed fun when Cher did it, the …
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