ACID DISCO – mind noodling acid lines and cunt thrusting disco chugs care of 6th Borough and the Instrument of Rapture team. Currently out on vinyl only so go and support a rekkid shop by purchasing their licorice pizzas.
While your at it pull about 30 sleeves from the racks and make them retrieve every single fucking one from the wall. Then just buy this.
Digital has it’s upsides now doesn’t it you shop counter wearing smug faced DJ prick?
Hahahaaaa
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When I was yoot dem, my mother bought me and my sister the most unexpected present. One sunny afternoon, out of the blue she presented us each with a bottle of water, a packet of chewing gum and a ticket to Tribal Gathering 95.
One of the first legal raves ever held in the UK.
I was 16 and couldn’t drive so me and my sister and a whole crew of mates from Oxford cycled to what was the largest of event of it’s kind the UK had ever witnessed. Cycled.
No shit.What followed that weekend was the most exciting, profound and life changing experience I had ever encountered.
The entire course of my life changed irrevocably and for the better from that point onwards. My job, my hobbies, my friends, my lifestyle…..absolutely everything has been painted with the glorious colours of that weekend.
And I can trace it all to one precise moment when I first heard Feeling So Real, I actually lost my mind. I’ve never got it back and I’ve never bothered looking.
I also learnt that one should never attempt to eat a Full English Breakfast while of your mash on base. Especially when your mother is watching.
Gay.
Spent the weekend havin a Nazi Sex party in a yurt. All of me aches.So listen to some more reggae while I piece my life back together and get my ring stitched up.
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THE WORLDS SMARTEST MC -Nobody can touch MC Paul Barman. NO BODY. Who else is going to rap about Owl Pellets?
I’ve been digging through the lyric sheets that kindly accompany Barmans previous releases and there is just so much going on there. Anagrams, riddles, acrostics, pure comedy gold….He’s like a rapping Times Crossword compiler.
Watch the video and check the smarts on MC Paul Barman. He’s coming to my party.
Get the album Thought Balloon Mushroom Cloud from Mc Paul Barman .com
It’s Notting Hill Carnival in London this weekend. A celebration of the culture that London embraces and a barometer for the social zietgeist of our glorious capital.
Or if you like…. a piss ridden knife fight in the gutters of West London.
I’ve managed to have many good times at Carnival, best observed from a balcony, high wall or atop a telephone box with all the supplies you need for at least 8 hours. Woe betide those who venture down from the safety of the urban canopy for they are sure to get crushed, jacked and deafened by an airhorn before they’ve even seen a place to buy rizla.
The highlight of Carnival is the running battle that concludes the Monday evening where about 500 teenagers of low IQ who have never met their own fathers fuck the whole thing up for everyone by stabbing and shooting one another for sport.
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My van makes these noises. Only when I’m driving the fucking thing.
Illecism’s The Sun Don’t Chill Promo #1 from DAG on Vimeo.
Much better than those shouty angry men from the housing estates in Sarf London
Winner of the PURPL Pop remix competition , Shooting Horses comes through with this rather accomplished chunk of bashy house music. The original was one of those tracks that’s quoted as a “summer anthem” which is fucking ridiculous in the UK. Who would want their tune to be associated with driving rain, massive traffic jams and a huge spike in teenage crime?
At best you could aim for a “2 weeks just before Easter when it gets unseasonably toasty anthem”.
Shooting Horses hails from Sarf Laandan and is so called because he has an irrational hatred of all things equestrian and in his spare time runs a glue factory.
REGGAE CLASSIC RERUB – Found this on my digital doormat this week.Snapping at the heels of prolific bootleggers J-Star and Shepdog mister George Lenton already has a weighty back catalogue of reggae boots and tweakups amongst a shedload of versatile remix work. A full fat version of the The Upsetters – Return of Django this is neatly beefed up.
Check his Soundcloud for more goodies.