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This is top like DOOM machine. I am Andy Hott body lost and pow pow pow.

I'm Sam Nicky Delaney, so what? Welcome to the tune machine, we got a new

chat to go through and we will now turn to the random pop blob, who will

random pop blob. Use your gob. Tell us how to do our job.

There it is, 19th of April 1979. We are looking at that chart for the very first time.

With fresh eyes, some with no research, some with no preparation. Maybe that's the

wrong way to go about it, fucking no nose. But it's there before so I'm just scrolling

down through it. It looks like a fucking good chart this one. But then 1979, did you

know what's up? 1979 was the British record, seven in single sales, if any year.

Ever. Yeah, fantastic. What a great stat. So, and let's just see what they were buying.

The majority of singles was sold though. It was always woollies. Was it? Was that the biggest

outlet for singles? Yeah, I'm trying. Even in even when woollies became even towards

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