An enormous, parping synth horn and strings set the opening scene for ‘Minger’. Then rave horns and clattering beats, drive this monster sub bass rattling, dubstep meets drum and bass amalgam into a head on collision with a juddering, stuttering synth pad juggernaut that heartlessly leaves you as roadside roadkill if you don’t move to its thundering beat. It’s a right old rave off and WGAF mosh pit jump up that makes even the most sensible of people leave their inhibitions at the door, at the drops and on the floor with the contents of your pockets, hands, glass, champagne bottle, back pack, internal organs and skull. ‘Minger’ turns you inside out then tears out your label with its double serrated teeth. Vicious. Rewind and come again.
