Went to a bit of a mystery gig the other night. I knew i was in trouble when the support act was a wee dude who danced and capered around his laptop whilst screaming random insanities. His music is what i would expect to hear an autistic child of eight who has only ever read what dance music sounds like to produce. Either that or it sounded like a crazed nintendo 64 game. And momus. Well, when the guy came out with an eyepatch and a butchers apron on i knew i was in trouble. Sadly i wasnt disappointed
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