"Yes, they're records," Spike said, grinning in spite of himself. The only people that he knew that had respect for good music was Giles, and that was because he too had the decency to maintain a record collection of his own.
"He moved across the room and dragged out one of the thin casings. Yanking out a record, he set it onto the player and carefully placed the needle on top.
The Sex Pistols.
"And don't you say anything about my music either," Spike commented, moving forward to take another hit. "It's bloody fantastic and you know it."