dr seuss
Bluelight Crew
...about as fucking hard as a house of cards you commercially orientated wankers. don't try and sell me this shit on the pretence that it's a radio station. GET A FUCKING DJ for a start - hearing the tracks stop or (even worse) that awful computer mixing which just crashes the crossfader SMACK into the other track... it makes me SICK SICK SICK!!! and your website is peppered with ads for intel, poppadoms, your local fucking hairdresser and all these WANKY cd compilations which you keep ejaculating like some sick machine, churning out identikit DJ Pentium 4 chart-topping bollocks which has NO consistency cause you're trying to reach a 'crossover' audience, i.e. the 14 y.o. garage 'ravers' in moschino and the 30 y.o. 'clubbers' in black, darling. well here's a fucking clue - the brand spanking new packaging doesn't disguise the terrible tune selection / arrangement which is essentially the same for every fucking Annual that comes out anyway... be it Chillout, Ibiza, or Dickface they're all the fucking same anyways. when exactly did you forget about the music guys? when did advertising, imaging, branding, and cross-market appeal become the focal points of your pathetic efforts? for fuck's sake, you're doing the world of dance music a very big un-favour by spewing forth the same shit, different year syndromic BOLLOCKS that has come to represent a club once reknowned for its achivements. speaking of the club - well done for trend-jumping like the greedy corporate harlots you are - hey, we're ministry of sound. we're going to suddenly drop trance and hard house in favour of uk garage, which is the next big thing BO! well you can drop your fucking trousers round your ankles and prepare for the shafting you long deserved. oh, look, we've helped dance music truly regress, you can now buy crack in lots of clubs and there's guns and violence prevalent in all our garage-flava mass-marketed 'raves'... but hey, attendance is up up up cause of all the pubescent badboy wannabes and rampaging Lowest Common Denominator slags who frequent our club cause it's the place to be for garage FLAVA! here's some fucking flavour for you - kiss my big toe you incenidary hereditary feculent shamen-driven elitist corporate neatly packaged image branded product placement design guru trailer trash board-meeting-fellatio-experts! my words cannot describe the rage i feel. take everything you've ever given us and FUCK RIGHT OFF, because that's the only practical solution i can see that doesn't involve bloodshed on a grand scale. Ministry of Pound - time to wake up.. how cool do you think you'll be in 10 years time? or 20? or 50? or 100? at least TRY and make some fucking contribution to the musical legacy that gives you your income. you bore me.
over & out
over & out
how about some of pickle's private parties this summer???
