You will dance to this in the clubs...

You will dance to this in the pubs...

You will sweat your last to the cocktail of catchy, funked up, speed riddled beats...

But the only way you’ll buy it is if you’ve got a 'Tall' or a 'Fatboy' or a 'Judge' in your name...

Commercialised dance music at its most annoying(ly good)?

Storming into the charts like a biker about to lose his licence. Talked about by clubbed out clubbers over a chip supper in the taxi home. Kids in their cars doing laps round their housing estate with the stereo wound up and the window wound down, annoyingly loud exhausts, burberry caps and ears shot to pieces because they do the same thing EVERY SINGLE DAY!

It’ll be on your radio, my radio, everybody’s FRIGGING radio...

But as I said before...

The ONLY way you’ll buy it is you’ve got a 'Tall' or a 'Fatboy' or a 'Judge' in your name...