Remember Disco? No, neither do I. Such is my rationale that the public's music tastes never change over time.

EVIL TINA ON THE DECKS
I conclude therefore that it is EVIL TINA'S influence on clubbers which has FORCED this change in clubland's music taste. Recent hits such as the dark and monotonous "Cheeky Song (Touch My Bum)" by The Cheeky Girls have patently been written to facilitate 72-hour crystal-fuelled bareback parties. Just take this sample of lyrics from their now infamous debut single which could have been written by Satan himself (deathormeth.com's crystal related interpretation is in brackets):

"Come and smile (with your meth mouth)
Don't be shy (you won't be, with crystal-induced inflated self esteem)
Touch my bum (from the inside with your uncovered cock for 72-hours straight)
This is life" (this is DEATH, more like!)

Gay men are POWERLESS to resist this sort of subliminal brainwashing and every weekend are dancing straight into EVIL TINA'S CLUTCHPURSE!

Added to this is The Cheeky Girls' carefully constructed use of 'Tina Chic': cheap-looking make-up, bad wardrobe and painfully thin bodies which have been wasted away from years of crystal abuse.

Just to prove I'm really, really not dreaming this all up by myself in a GHB-induced haze, take this made-up quote from a renowned 'Disc Jockey' (did I spell that right?):

"Now that clubbers aren't indiscriminately on ecstasy like they used to be, they are paying a lot more attention to what's being played. I can't just put on some crap mix tape I made a couple years ago and sit there filing my nails; I actually have to do something! God, DJing is hard. Now give me a million dollars or I'm not going on..." -DJ Gravee Train

MUSCLE MARYS
Since crystal debuted on the gay scene, gay men stopped fancying skinny-balinki girly-type men who were, for all intents and purposes M2F pre-op transexuals and have started relentlessly pursuing (presumably at 72 hours at a time) bloated, steroided-up muscle marys which we see on the gay scene today. Perpetuating this is the uptake of steroids by gay men, ever desperate for a bit o' cock. The TRUTH is that gay men had never even HEARD of steroids before the arrival of crystal meth; they lived in a magical kingdom where gay computer programmers were worshipped for their skill in developing new database software and where there was no anal sex, just really, really meaningful discussions.

Now, essentially out of NOWHERE, gay sex has started to involve concepts such as 'masculinity' and 'muscle', whatever they are when they're at home. While we wholeheartedly and partake in the use of 'intramuscular sport suppliments', we think the use of 'steroids' is a manifestation of male aggression which EVIL TINA has sowed in the gay community.