Picture the scene...

Its 3.45am in the Brixton Academy. The floor is awash with so many pints of overpriced alchopops that the gently curved surface has now become a makeshift ramp of death. A small stationary crowd of revellers stands and cheers every time a baby legged fool attempts to traverse this shitfaced slope, only to come crashing down like a ton of drunk bricks.

Happy New Year fuckers!

Liked the Harvey Birdman bit

decent mix again verbal cheers :)

how orange is dave kitson

Neutrals must rub their hands together like monocle sporting accountants each time Spurs are on Sky. Its a goal feast whichever way you look at it. If we aren't conceding 4, we are scoring 5. Or 6.

Lame bastards.

tracklisting please.