Look, it’s a depressing, scary world out there.

When it comes to things bringing joy, we gotta take what we can. Most of the time we can guess what form that joy might take. Dogs. A loved one. I’m going to a metal festival next week.

Most of the time we can tell.

But sometimes all the joy in the world seems to be contained in a video of some people driving down an anonymous road in the middle of the night, blasting a hit song by awful Dutch eurodance group, The Vengaboys.

I know, I know, but look, I don’t make the rules:

Who are these eurodance vigilantes, gliding up to an abandoned horde of revellers, delivering euphoric cheese-synth in hours of need? I’d probably hate them all after a few minutes. But just then and there, in that capsule of time?

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And I would apologize for getting that song stuck in your head now for the next week or so, but…

Well, you know.

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Petr Knava lives in London and plays music

Petr is a staff contributor. You can follow him on Twitter.

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