I’ve always liked the Freestylers – their hi-octane breakbeat 303 house has that festival tent je ne sais quoi that makes me become a careless, annoying, foot treading, whistle blowing, mosh pit punter. The Blapps Posse take it centre rave with woohs, whistles, heavy, rolling breaks and an acid line so nasty you’d think it was taking revenge on us because the exorcism didn’t work. Zoo
4 out of 5
Reviewed by Paulette