Aziraphale winced. "I don't know why it does that," he confessed. "I seem to have a nasty effect on machinery, so maybe it's me, or maybe it's being smarmy, or maybe it's coincidence? I don't know. I simply don't know. Did you, er, have a particular song you liked?"

Aziraphale certainly had quite a few of them that he had grown fond of as Karaoke Songs Only, to the point where he would deny he had ever heard them any other time. He miracled his drink - hard grain alcohol, maybe? - into a nice red wine and continued drinking.

He needed to get drunk. He wanted to rock out.