After the first time you play Nick F's music, the white-gloved traffic warden in the suburbs of your mind diverts it down some neural side street, having no real way of dealing with it properly.
But the music parks half on the pavement and waits. Then, when you are alone, maybe in a business meeting, or walking around in the world, it does a simple three-point turn, accelerates, shoots straight across both carriageways of your mind's high street and crashes through into its leisure centres, and you can do nothing but crawl to your music device, press the buttons, and let the sound of Nick F reverse, all crumpled and smoking, straight into your city centre.
These are songs that you should already be downloading.