I do declare I have discovered the most 80s thing in existence. This appears to be the high water mark for eightiesness. The one moment in which every 80s cliché invented is rolled together into one giant, non ironic monstrosity, after which the wave broke and stage was set for grunge and acid house to burn down the party. Essentially what you are about to see looks like a world where a Cyndi Lauper / Madonna clone and Billy Idol spend their time driving a slightly lame car through a dry ice laced cocaine factory. It’s an MTV advert for the Plymouth Duster, a car that was actually pretty cool in the early 70s, but by 1985 couldn’t be saved by a desperate attempt to surround it with every single signifier of youth cool the guys at the ad agency could rustle up. Brace yourself.