
There's comes a time when even the soothing tones of Captain & Tennille aren't enough to soothe the savage beast and you just need to kick out the jams. That time was this morning, and luckily a quick flick through the Slutty Fringe inbox threw up something suitably noisy to jump around, or at least do an angry shoulder shuffle at my desk, too. Those who like to engage in pseudo-academic discussions over a pot noodle back at Kode9s might possibly describe this as a synthesis of post-wonk glitch-step urban narratives, I just like the way [...]