On My Radio

iPods? MiniDisks? Discmans? Walkmans? Boomboxes? Ha. Behold the ultimate in portable music technology: an authentic, circa 1965, Perdio transistor radio. It's a miracle of British craftmanship (the miracle being that it ever actually worked; the shoddily-soldered circuit board inside is a thing of haphazard beauty) and though there's no fancy LCD display or fine plastic finish or complex Japanese electronics, it's got something no MP3 player has ever had. It got soul.

Like lifting a shell to your ear and hearing the sea, you can just about make out the ghostly strains of The Kinks, The Stones, The Move, The Animals, The Moody Blues, and every other band ever channelled through the speaker, trapped inside this battery-less box. How groovy can you get?