When I was growing up I had absolutely no money. I mean, for Brazilian standards we were doing OK, we had food and a roof and an ancient VW beetle that got stolen from our garage and all that, but we didn't go on holidays or wear designer gear or eat at restaurants. In fact, I reckon my first time at a restaurant came when I was old enough to pay my own way. Didn't bother me, I never needed any of that. What did bug me was that I just couldn't afford music. Back then, all the stuff that was worth the vinyl they were printed on was imported, with eye-watering price tags. I could barely afford tapes, and more than once I had to sacrifice an album to record something new on top. C'est la vie.
Also, my dad REALLY nagged me not to listen to the racket I was listening to on his stereo. And when I did, it had to be quiet. Quiet metal, anyone?
So, I got a job at an office helping around - filing, typing, making coffee, that kind of thing - and for months and months I saved to get my own stereo. I wanted a double-cassette portable so I could listen to music LOUD and away from my dad. And I wanted it to be as thin as possible so not to look like a boombox. So, when I finally had saved enough to go for a Philips model very similar to the one above (can't remember the exact model...) I had my dad drive me to the store to buy the damn thing. I knew exactly what I wanted, so I just pointed and said 'that one'. The dude took a tape from a drawer to test it in front of us and I was like, 'no fucking way'. This is MY double-decker, and we'll have years of fun together (that we sure did) and you won't soil it with your filth. I had brought a tape along for the final test, the sound test. And the tape was Slaughter's 'Strappado', which I cranked to 11 for about 5 seconds before the store dude called it.
I've always loved Slaughter, it was one of my absolute favourite bands at the time and Strappado clicks in at a ridiculous 23:39 minutes, quite handy for 60 minute tapes.