God, I sometimes wonder if this place can ever make sense to you or us, do we antagonise you every time we change pace with the feeble gusto of a moth revolving crazed around a blinding strobe of what we consider fractured goodness, or are you troopers happy to delve in the burning and chaotic magma which ultrafocussed savants, crafty wizards and feral children spill into our frazzled cauldron? It doesn’t matter, we don’t give a shit because we believe in the crazed designs of the unique architect who made a universe where disco and sludge and jacking house and hardcore can co-exist and give joy to an individual blasted brain situated in between the same pair of joyously tortured sound-holes, a world where guitar riffs go off like a twitching line of psychedelic firecrackers, drums rattle relentless like the heartbeat of a little kitten being hurled in the air by benign birds of prey of resplandescent, but be careful listener, sharp feathers, an accumulation of yelping and shrieking through which the medium speaks in tongues of a past of broken ankles, jagged angles and gangland chewing gum tattoos. Yes, I am listening to Mika Miko’s new album, ‘We be Xuxa’, and it goes a little something like this, total doo woop for the youngsters of today, it’s a sure shot.

Mika Miko- Turkey Sandwich

Ah, Eat Skull, check them out, true stalwarts of the fuzz hurricane who have blown us away with one of the albums of the year, ‘Wild Inside’, take in EUSTA Kill CDR their definitive hymn ‘Stick to the Formula’ (which is a bony & defiant finger to definitive hymns) and turn it into what I guess one would call Coney Island right on cough syrup ghostride rave, all chugga chugga mechanical rhythms hysteric like Suicide shooting up on cotton candy,  belligerantly beautiful radiance of barbed-wire/knive throwing tricks that impale the pop belle to the worn our target all faded colours and mesmerising guitar blur, and blitzkrieg era wheezing sirens for totally disconcerting effect. We sit on the floor of our room banging our head in amazed disbelief, dirty was never supposed to be this neat.

Eat Skull- Stick to the Formula (UK Club Banger USA)

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If you understand, come to 13 Monsters on Saturday. It will be this kind of grinning & giggling.