Midweek treat for you today – I’ve knocked together a little promo mix for the lovely boys and girls at WHOMP. Half an hour of beats, bleeps, breaks and scandalous mashups and re-edits – so pretty standard for me then.
If you like this sort of thing, pop down to the 4th Annual Bad Jumper Party @ Basement 45 this coming Friday to hear myself, Rob Helps, Riddle,Cornelius and a few more reprobates bringing both the party vibe and the grotesque knitwear.
Joy! I found new summery stylings from the Dirty Dubsters Digital boys nestling in my inbox this morning, like some tropical hummingbird here to chase the grey murkiness of November away for, well, at least for as long as their new Latin Swing Allstars EP plays out anyway.
I’m feeling rather chipper this week, for no particular reason really (other than the fact that I’ve only got twelve days work left at work this year, and the fact I’ve had a couple of pints) so this is definitely an upbeat selection for your ears this week.
Those nice gents from Cast-a-Blast have blessed my inbox with yet more promo loveliness, this time from DJ Tzinas which I felt compelled to share with you this morning – raging hangover, or no raging hangover.
Best get the coffee on and hope inspiration strikes ‘eh?
I’ve decided to get my (increasingly chunky) arse down the gym this week for the first time in a while, so this Three on a Thursday comes with me thoroughly knackered, and ensconced on my sofa – hence the slightly mellower tone than usual.
A little late to the party today, but better late than never ‘eh.
Been a quiet week on the music front over here at Chateau Sherlock, but a little digging has turned up some right gems for you, with nufunk treats, hip-hop feats and some utterly slablike concrete beats to finish you off with …
Managed to make a Lazarus-eque recovery after my weekend of knocking at Deaths door - seriously the wife was on the verge of doing the Old Yeller routine, and taking me out the back of the shed and putting two between my eyes execution style if I didn’t quit my moping. Good job she saw sense, admittedly after half an hour of pleading, else you lot wouldn’t have any tunes to listen to, would you?