It's Friday.

And You Know What That Means...

The observant among you will have noticed that once again I'm posting via Tackk instead of the normal site. That's because the thought of reformatting all the images/content from the previous incarnation kind of makes me want to hide in a corner, rocking myself calm again if I'm totally honest. This will pass, procrastination is a state to be used as a tool, man etc etc. I've also been submerged in post-CMJ mixtapes (yes, that's as traumatic an experience as it sounds - how much 'irony' can a girl take, FFS) so Volume 18's on hold. Mostly because currently it's gone a bit strange (Derek & Clive clips mixed with random NYC post post modern electrowank? No-one needs to hear that) so I fished out a classic from the archive. It's kind of 90s but good 90s as opposed to ironic really meaning sh*t 90s. Oh whatever, happy chair shimmying...