Discovered

Want to know the true merit of a person? What they're like on their highs, the depths of depravity they'll steep to in their lows? Their most intimate, embarassing secrets, hidden desires, closet traits that would floor their contemporaries? Study their music collection.

Mr Machismo suddenly seems less plastic listening to Chopin's Nocturne. That frumpy doormouse who slouches when she walks, hoping no one will notice her, emerges the confident rock goddess, when she's Raging Against the Machine. Your boss. That dick who's always standing over you in his Armani suit. Watching, waiting to pounce on your most minute mistake. Throw on his BeeGees album and you'd SWEAR he taught John Travolta every move he knows. The uptight, sheltered pentecostal girl who would 'die before losing my virtue' draws the shades. But then you see her shadow, bucking and gyrating like a two bit whore as she whips her hair back, growling "I want to fuck you like an animal."

It's shocking what you can unearth about a person from their music collection...