ACID

Having grown up in the era when acid house was the devil, as news reports juxtaposed angry locals, aggy police and furious anti-drug campaigners with footage of people just having an incredibly good time. Nearly every cop or hospital show was capitalising on a moral panic too, but even as a kid I wasn’t entirely convinced by the scare stories (shouts to the policeman who visited our school with a terrifying tale of a young women who ate grass by a road after eating “space cakes”). YouTube uploads of illegal parties circa 1989, scattered with NAF NAF, stripe tees and curtain haircuts are a great viewing experience. Everyone’s trying to play the cheap sportswear hedonism card right now with brand collaborations and campaigns, but you can’t beat the real thing. Where did I put that Vicks Vaporub?