I think the improved weather has affected my mood – either that or the prospect of a weekend filled with bass, beer and BBQ is getting me over excited. With this in mind there’s an upbeat flavour to this weeks tuneage – just for a change. Right, enough blathering, heigh-ho, let’s go!
Monthly Archives: June 2011
It’s that time of the week again where I present you with the finest beat, breaks, bleeps and wobbles that have blessed my ears in the last seven days. Only rules for these tracks is that they must be new to me and awesome. Not hard then …
If you like these little gems I lob in your general direction each Thursday there’s a couple of opportunities to see me playing live in the next couple of weeks – check the Gigs page for the details.
I’ve got a couple of gigs at Big Chill Bar, Bristol, one of my tod on the 24th June, and one with Funk From The Trunk’s awesomely talented DJ Powercut on the 29th July. The third is at a new venue for me, Timbuk2 for the Dub Box Summer Sessions giving it some red hot Room 2 action alongside Riddle, Rob Helps and Teddy G.
For the details check out my Gig page
I think we’ve finally managed to dry out after a rather brilliant (if thoroughly pissy-arsed) Chilled Cider at the Square & Compass in Worth Matravers (a village which according to whoever modified the sign is twinned with Royston Vasey), though I’m not sure if my liver has recovered after too many pints of the local loony juice. In spite of this epic bender over the weekend, I’ve returned to bless your lug’oles with more finely selected tunes …
Many thanks to those of you who came over to Upfest last Saturday and said hello, ’twas much appreciated. I hope you enjoyed. though the lesson of ‘not playing tracks that use a Biggie Smalls acapella in a room where there are impressionable youngsters roaming around in the middle of the afternoon’ has been learnt – oops! Was good to hook up with those wonderful chaps from Antidote, as well as the Funk from the Trunk and Contraband Sessions lads.
Right – onwards!
It’s that time of the week again, Ladies and Gentleman of the (Jukebox) Jury, where I intend to show you three tunes so heinously brilliant, showing such twisted genius that you’ll be forced to agree that anyone who doesn’t enjoy them should be first against the wall when the revolution comes.
On then to the evidence.