Yep..yep..yep...Agreed. However, the soundtrack to all of the afore listed heinous episodic foul fuckery was imbued with a sense of tangible talent and musical breathability. Post 96 saw the rise and primacy of digitized compression and a lowest common denominator snap beat, scratch pickled, grating, slouch to the middling yawn fest dregs. The demise of regional radio and was a definitive line of demarcation things had just gone from bad to worse.