Sort of pre-electroclash chug, if that’s possible, and would sound absolutely mega in the right place and time (I’m being cryptic here :)) While much was tribal and rolling in the parallel world of the London warehouse scene, this was existing on a slightly different plane to the rest. A touch of genius from Trevor Jackson, embellished with more of that by Black Strobe, and amazingly the sound of young Scotland on guitar duty. A climax from heaven, and a set ender to end them all.
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