Like me, I’m sure your dearest wish is that karaoke catalogues included everything in the ‘new wave’ shelf of Toggsys’ record shop in Haverfordwest Riverside Market.
Brothers and sisters, the Rapture is at hand.
Behold The iKaraoke!
Strips the vocals off any of your ipods music, mixes in your best rendition of ‘mr pharmacist’ and squirts it out through through your stereo.
That alone is worth selling your soul to the DRM devil, but it gets better. It’s got an integrated FM transmitter, which I expect is the usual iTrip affair.
These can be tampered with , by which I mean ‘modded to drown out all other stations within a 70 foot radius’.
I predict this years surprise Christmas #1 will be ‘hey, guy at number 35, shut that fucking dog up’ by The Stooges.