Ok. We already know that I have a love affair with horns. But holy god, in "The Stroll," they're pure sex. Which is apropos, because I had to listen to this song by the Diamonds for my "Development of an American Youth Culture" assignment for the History and Sociology of Rock & Roll, and we're currently discussing the threat of Elvis' pelvic thrusts and sexy new dance crazes (like the stroll) which were "corrupting" American teens. Truly terrible.
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