Two-phase process. Very prosaic.
Phase 1: Coincidence
Browsing through the catalogue of a CD club I’m a member of. Well, a club... they call themselves like that, but in fact they simply lend CDs just like a library lends books. Cheaply. Legally. Not a bad place.

So here I was, browsing the list, trying out bands I’d never heard about before by listening to samples of their music at Amazon. Totally at random. Hard to tell why the Pogues caught my eye among thousands of other bands in the catalogue (which has 100 pages with almost microscopic letters). Maybe because of the sweet album titles including such tranquil expressions like "red roses", "peace and love" or "rum, sodomy and the lash".

First thought – hooray, amidst the monotonous sea of pop finally something which resembles good old Irish music. Decided to subject them to a more thorough examination.
Phase 2: Action
Borrowing The Best Of and The Rest Of the Best. First impression – the tunes are great but the vocal is terrible. Why on earth don’t they stick to instrumentals or hire a more competent vocalist? But still I liked the CDs enough to try out more. And the times they are a-changing as everybody knows.

After some time the vocals didn’t sound that much terrible, as a matter of fact they were quite acceptable, good in fact, no, not only good, great and charismatic... Well, it definitely wasn’t "love at the first sight", it took me several months to go the way from "not bad" to "my most favourite band". But before the early summer sun turned to the anemic cold rays of winter, my fall into the "Pogues abyss" had been completed.
