The rest of the device may be in perfect working condition but when the connecting bit goes, you are fucked.
This has just happened (again) to my last waterproof coat.
And also to the machine that converts Cassettes into Digital.
Early stuff from mainly Phil in his bedsit in Ashtead Surrey, This was us regrouping after we had left Art College and hangs mainly around his ideas for songs.
The first recordings we made in Balham with Colin Browne and Phil Gray, Pity I wasnt the name of a colour.
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