[ He's about to ask if Richie is one of them retro types, like Carter and Barnes, or if he's just a hipster, but he swiftly answers that question. He flashes two fingers at the bartender, signaling for another round. By the end of the names that Richie lists, Eggsy knocks back the remainder of his pint and grins.

Hopefully Richie was serious about wanting to hear him prattle on because, boy, is this ever his favourite topic. ]

N.W.A. are sick, mate! Seems like we've got neighboring tastes. [ Not quite the same, but he imagines there's some overlap. He pulls out his Kingsman-issue iPhone from his pocket, which looks bog-standard for 2014, even in it's ugly yellow and gold case. ] Had my phone on me when the world ended or whatever, so I've got all the best shit.

[ He sneaks a sideways glance at Richie. ]

You're clever, [ said simply, as if he just decided it. ] and a lil bit retro, so you'd probably like Janelle Monáe. [ he slides open the music app and swipes through a few album covers. ] I've got eclectic taste, yeah? But London grime and hip hop are my favourite genres. It's gone a bit mainstream now with Dizzee, Tinchy, and Wiley playing in all the clubs, but it's, like, English fucking rebellion on top of sick dance beats. Reckon I can share my library with you when I get home — provided I'm not off my face.

[ which... isn't unlikely. ]