OUTER STUDIO EXPERIENCES

fuck you lemsip

I'm on some Unlucky Alf shit right here. Swear down.

In the park next door to my house there are feral Rangers fans with taps aff smacking footballs square in the face of students on that hill. Old Swampy is loitering with the sheer intent of talking to you, off on another one of his gargling poppers or eating dog poo sized kernels of hash and banging on about he had all his dub 7 inches stolen by someone at a party and he finally managed to get reunited with his family when some mad bastard taught him how to use the internet and he did the whole Friends Reunited out yer face on cheap Brandy shtick.

Frosty Jacks is getting supped and warm tonic wine is at that stage where its all spicky and weird and calpoly. Some skater just vommed next to that ice cream van where that NEDS style hammer incident happened a few years back. One of those fucking horrendous Glaswegian just stepped outta the Belle and Sebastian LP cover goons is tootering around on one of those lame bicycles (never a BIKE with these twee cunts, eh?) and everyone on the hill secretly wants her to fall off and graze her sickeningly smug face off and go all Mel Gibson in Man Without A Face. Try getting your leg over at a Camera Obscura gig with THAT look loser!

Some weirdo on day release is feeding the ducks. That ALWAYS happens.

Anyway all that bop is happening in the park but I'm indoors in bed and I do not feel well at all.

So I've bunked off the studio stuff tonight and instead produced this mix of odd from old and new stuff I've been digging recently. Including a new one from Falty DL's latest, some archive synth action, NDW spittle subversionists Die Todliche Doris, abusive reaction wind and brass humping from Arnold Dreyblatt and Colin Stenson, total underground brain-out with Acid Birds and more.

Posted at 22:24, 24th March 2011