Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman. Good signs (№ 373447)

- Yes, that's better. Tchaikovsky. Aziraphale opened the case and inserted the tape into the VCR.
- And this too you will not like it, sighed Crowley. Cassette in the car for more than two weeks.
Heavy bass filled "Bentley", pronositsya by Heathrow. Aziraphale frowned.
- Somehow I do not remember, - he said. - What is it?
- Tchaikovsky. "Another One Bites the Dust," said Crowley, closing his eyes ("Bentley" I passed through Slough).
Whiling away the time on the road in the sleepy Chilterns hills, they listened to "We Are the Champions" by William Byrd and "I Want to Break Free" by Beethoven. But most of them are pleased "Fat-Bottomed Girls," Vaughan-Williams.
They say all the best tunes belong to the Devil. In General, the way it is. But in Heaven the best choreographers.