Mean, wobbly, nay downright evil, bass squelching hums and circles the pulsating gonads of this tub-thumping shorts-wrecker. An airline announcement joins in and it’s soon obvious why Carl Cox – a man who should be applauded even more these days for his stand against antiseptic sap-technology – has hooked in on this little beastie. The flip’s ‘Grounded’ takes it even further to the limits of utter peak-time chaos. Again, the bass is set to condition red while the trousers hit brown status.
5 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: KRIS NEEDS
