I recall through a rather muntered haze seeing a small drove of people
hastily exiting the Wrong records afternoon @ the glade festival in July when
the crazed gabba terror squall of DJ Scotch Egg was unleashed on the collected
throng of home counties trustafarians & dazed ravers. Much to my amusement I
entered the sweltering tent to find the remaining audience were all dislocated
looking gurning madheads intent on making that tent the horrible "pub on
the edge of town you avoid like the plague" sort of thing. The other stages
were shat breakbeat & acid trance hippy toss so to hear this cavalcade of
twisted hardcore screaming & comedy death techno thud spilling out all over
the fields was a true delight. Oh, the dude's got the first 7" out on Wrong. It's wrong indeed & worth it for the scotch egg sleeve/disc
concept alone. Genius.
Absolute genius.
