At my camp we are definitely Old School:

And I could not move me old golova, dear brothers, and I felt all sick-like after that hypo, like malenky lizards were chewing away at me insides. Then they put on this film of this bolshy old chelovek with orange hair and a red hat, talking to a great crowd, all cheering-like. But oh the travesty, the blasphemy! The music track was deal old Ludwig Van's Ninth!