I cannot - and will never be able to - decouple this album from the memory I have of Diana’s funeral
I’ll explain;
My then-recent ex (who I was still kind of sleeping with) had a house-sitting gig in a big fancy townhouse in Clifton, Bristol which became basically a two-week student stoner party with the big funeral on the middle weekend
Early on that Saturday morning our mate Rob turned up with a fresh, sealed CD of OK,C and stuck it on what was an absolutely kick-ass Bang & Olufson system this house owner had installed in their attic den/home cinema room
funeral was on the telly on mute all day, OK,C was on the hi-fi LOUD & on repeat all weekend, we were all terribly high by lunchtime
never listened to OK,C since