Some people really should learn to speak & spell before they pick on their poor old PC. Rob Pearson is 1 such slapdash cunt, epitomising all that is ave\rage about yesterday's today's music scene with childish rave turds that would make the rhumba pattern on my Yamaha Gash-20 blush. In this circus of detritus watch with horror as twopenny synths tootle, plod and fart there way through pointless bath exercises.
Only kidding;) For a first stab this is all rather fine indeed. 'Smoke and Lasers' seems to have an innate knowledge of how a French-disco-house banger should boom-tis. It is my sincere hope that this incantation belies future jewels from a young manc house maestro with a penchant for plucking his 'one string bass' from the coffin of Armando (RIP) and then whacking it off with the Wrath of Zeus. But Cry-no-more (sic) second cut 'Effective' (and it is a right cut) is Proxy-set to be planted plum-square between Turbo, 'tubes and Stu Allen's Hardcore hour on Piccadilly Key 103. High praise indeed. Open your ports and get incorrect!
http://www.myspace.com/correcteffect
From new to old lets return briefly, before leaving earth, to familiar stomping grounds with some out-of-the-box configurations from server-side depressive and co-blogger Bob Swans. Italo gold! Only now that little bit golder thanks to Bob. Surely this will be the Summer of Kosmiche?
http://www.zshare.net/audio/1185008680930a02/
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