Try listening to this...

...when you're in the bath. It's got a right nautical feel to it. Albeit that of a submarine going 20,000 leagues down while someone tickles yer nads with a flute made from gorilla gloves. Heavy.

I seem to be repping a lorry load of dub to the step at the mo. I can assure you I'm not turning this blog into a sausage fest. But it felt like the end of the world when Rustie dropped this at Bang Face back in Smarch. He's about 12 and very, very forward thinking. I was working out one end of a crayola from the other when I was the same age...



I'll set the balance right with this... a slice of the hi-nrg past which is as future as they come. Cowley!

MJ RIP

A lot of words have been said and written since Thursday night. It appears at the minute that celebs are dropping like flies. Ex-NME hack Steven Wells passed on last week as did Charlie's Angel Farrah Fawcett. This image says it all. It's a lot...

An afternoon at the fair

Just the other weekend we spent an afternoon at the fair in Victoria Park. It was lovely let me tell you. We ate a lovely pide in the afternoon. Pide not paedo. It wasn't a paedo. Not unless they arrive on yer plate on a bread base with lamb and cheese on top. I'm not an expert in kiddy fiddling but I don't believe there have been that many great changes within the 'industry'. They're still dithering around in macs and galoshes...

Anyhoo there were plenty of big looks going on. Shooting, dodgems, raffles, a (terrifying) merry go round, the wall of death. There were also a lorry-load of fuck heads staggering around the place, not excluding ourselves. We capped off the evening with a trip to the Fish House, a delightful eatery located in Lauriston next to the park.

The fish was so big it finished us off. The post meal slump saw us tucked up in bed before the witching hour descended. One of our party even complained that his portion was 'too big' to eat. It was big but not that big friend.



'erbs...



The Wall of Death and its fat host



Motherfuckers



Ready?



Take aim and fire



Another 50 pence down the shitter



Strength



A piece of plaice - arguably 'too big'

Hibernation review...

Here's a little review I put out there t'other week of Steve Kotey's new compilation on his Bear Funk imprint. It's a pretty sweet, if not standardish disco ting. I have no fucking idea why it's called Hibernation but the moniker is ill-fitting for summat so summery. Get on it here...

In the News Steve Kotey review...

Gag Reflex summer mixtape

Every now and again Rough Disko ressie Gag Reflex (aka The Captain) knocks out a little mixtape. He's been pushing them my way for a few years now and every time they turn up they take over my head phones for the foreseeable.

This one is no exception. The man himself deems it to be a bit scruffy but it's a tasty aural morsel if you ask me. Check him this Friday at the Harley in Sheffield with special guests Jac the Disco...

RD Summer Minimix

1. Bostro Pesopeo - Falls (Hercules & Love Affair rmx)
2. I:Cube - Disco Cubizm (Daft Punk rmx)
3. Shystie - Pull It (Ill Blu rmx)
4. Basic Bastard - Cruising
5. Frikstailers - Baile Frik
6. DJ Edgar - Pura Satisfacao
7. Beyonce - Fighting Temptation (Radio Slave rmx)
8. Wicked Wipe - Rock Da House (Ian Pooley rmx)
9. DJ Assault - S.E.X
10. Edu K feat. Marina - (Edu K) Me Bota Pra Dancar
11. Mario - Play The Bloodclart Bass

Download the mix from here

Gag Reflex summertime mix link

Journey to the centre of SW7

It’s summer - I can tell cos the armpits of my cut price tee shirts have begun to ming. A few solid months of cheap deoderant fumigation has formed a crust as thick as the surface of Mars and it just won’t shift.

As an antidote to the deodorant issues, my momma and poppa recently visited the smoke via a cheap coach trip deal. They insisted on breaking all the guide book advice, choosing to take on three museums in one day. By the time we’d finished my brain had turned into soup. Out of the informational fug shrouding my minds, I remember getting quite excited by the dinosaurs in the Natural History museum. The other highlight was experiencing a mock up of a Japanese earthquake in a news agents - My ma didn’t go in as she thought it was a boutique selling real tings.

The evening following the parent-friendly day time provided a bit of ballast to the thirsty knowledge hunting we'd partaken of earlier. Pictionary, gurning, Spotify, rum. One of the LADS was watching the Roots earlier in the evening. It sounded totally hype from his SMS update...

'Well I can confirm the drugs do work. Roots jazz action is an excellent soundtrack. The other two have had three and are beyond control. I've had one which has worked out pretty well. You heading to the party now. We'll be a good while yet."

The day after the only thing we could do was go and eat a fat old pie and watch action classic Welcome to the Jungle. The pie was a taste sensation and looked a little bit like this...

This is it....Dubstep flex

Toddla T made his Radio 1 debut last week - it was a hype show but without enough referral to 'Sister V', Mr Versatile's other half (?)... However amid all the outrageously hot new shit that he dropped was this total ripper. New Skream = new danger...

LAD'S NIGHT

The aftermath of LAD'S NIGHT

Just the other week the moon was full, werewolves were on the prowl and men had to stand up and be men. That’s right. It was LAD’S NIGHT, where only them with a full packet of meat and veg, sinewy muscles and an unquenchable thirst for being laddish could attend.

Four of us were in attendance avec one super Nintendo, one lovely beer drinking helmet, 24 cans of continental lager, enough cheese to kill a man and a vibe so hard and erect it could practically burst the sky. Throw in a few pictures of internet phenomena Tub Girl and the beautiful Raleigh Vektar and the equation sign pointed to Hulk Hogan-esque levels of tester one induced mania. I rolled in at 1.30 in the am and spent the next day wimpering like a little nancy boy. Heavy.




Gazing at bikes...



Drinking of beer and clapping like proper piratey men. Woahhhhhh...

Sheffield party boys

While we're off galavanting around the capital, the Rough Disko flag is flying possibly even stronger and stranger than ever up in Sheffield. Now at the Harley, the Gag Reflex and the London Wicker have thrown together some sharp suited and well booted parties to the Steel City night. Below we have Isa G from London hype merchants, Girlcore, and Potty Mouth main man Scott Cooper.

Jac the Disco are on in a few weeks - get the mixes offa their myspace here...

The heat is online mister

This interview is slightly old but is well worth it. Tiga talking Ciao speak. As he says himself, this man is not like many other men.



And part two... Perhaps even better...

The holiday...

BALEARIC TIMES MON FRERES

T'other week the vibe was transplanted to the north of France or Normandy to be precise. It was a typically relaxing affair getting up at 3am to catch a ferry at 8 in the morn. We were very, very, very early for that fucking bastard boat.

But it was lovely - plenty of food, cards, wine, I even got my pins out (those are mine up there - svelte jah?) and we savoured the local brew - calvados - it's a bit like brandy but with more rotten apples and petrol. Other tings - the Normandy beaches, cemeteries, cheese, churches, beers, cheese and yet more cheese. Here's the photographic highlights...



Sentry flex



Decisions, decisions...



Calvados crazy



'We are having a great time!'



Trouble on the beach



Ladies + calvados = danger



Bayeux gargoyle flex



Outside the Museum of Peace - big girls the lot of them



On the way there...

Audio recession

Here's a few reviews I've churned out recently.

It's been a bit tricky trying to get owt published online or in print as no one seemingly wants to know me when it comes to replying to my missives proffering my quill. What evs tho bevs here's a couple of bits and bobs I've produced for the In the News website. No one at work wanted to touch them so I did my best to shout their corners.

Damian Lazarus's first length artist album gets the treatment here.

And Canada's Junior Boys' third full lengther takes it on the chin just about here

Other stuff to shout about? Headman's new ep feat. Jeremy Kerr from old Factory heads, A Certain Ratio, is pretty satisfying although it don't sound too different to the musical furrow he was ploughing back in 03. Head for the Zongamin remix.

The Bongo Song is a big look for a Saturday...

Too fast, too young

Word - With the help of a few chums I've managed to work out how to transfer photos from my fern.

It involved wires and magic but after a few hours over the cauldron getting all bubbly here are the results. Life in the capital and beyond don't get much fresher than this.



Anticipation in the chicken shop



Barbecue flex



80s disco - sheffield - bank holiday - 5am - hype



A tatt



In Flagranti in the mix at Barden's Boudoir



Pooch flex



Assess wiggling in New X



Bum crack on display yout



Sicker than sick in New X



Strong



A close up of a squirrel - Vicky Park in the 09



Pancake



Optimo at Disco Bloodbath



Searching for Kevin Rowland at Bethnal Green Working Men's



Horse & Groom



Not okay



Worst payday celebratory meal ever



Interior design flex



Paradise



Vibes



Cock Soup at the Star of Bethnal Green

These last two are from Sheffield but display such strong looks I couldn't resist sticking them up again.... hehehehe



Thug for life



Pirate birthday vibes in the Steel City