Night Ripper at 20: Revisiting Girl Talk's Chaotic Mashup Masterpiece

God, I used to get so irritated. I'd hear a tiny piece of a song that I loved, and I would want to hear more of that song, but Girl Talk would not let me.

Suddenly, somebody would be rapping over the song that I loved, or a big fucking guitar riff would come bulldozing in and throw everything off.

The song that I loved would be smashed to bits, and then it would be on to another song — sometimes another song that I loved, sometimes one that I hated.

This was the idea. It was the entire proposition. It was why people loved Girl Talk.