There's bass, then there's bass, then there's loads of bass, a bit of crap shouting...
“How you like bass… Like muthafuckin’ bass in your muthaf&****n’ face? Hear what I’m sayin’?” Europe’s worst MC gives a fairly clear exposition of what’s going on here, providing comic relief on Norman Bass’ joyless hard house thudder. There’s bass, then there’s bass, then there’s loads of bass, a bit of crap shouting, some more bass and – hey, why not? – a little more bass for the road. Even the excitement of finding another dance Norman dissipates when you discover no-one called Norman was really involved in the making of this useless, though incontestibly bass-based, record.