You thought your E and trance diet made you radical, but in truth you're no better than a hippy.
It’s Sunday afternoon. Your eyesight is still wobbly and your bones still rattling from your weekend Ecstasy marathon. Slap this double CD of insipid jazzy new age trip-hop on the stereo and smoke a big spliff.
Necessary or evil? Close your eyes and dream of dolphins while listening to things called ‘Always
The Sun’ and ‘Infinite Rhythm’. You thought your E and trance diet made you radical, but in truth you’re no better than