Reflecting on the last post, the idea of the Anti-Christ deejay
is an exploratory concept, maybe, in that it’s an Anti/thesis. It’s
the Anti-Thesis, a bit like this spiel I guess. Upside down cross
dancefloor madness—holy exploding mirror ball shard distortion.
Yeah yeah Antichrist Superstar. Shouldn’t it be fun? I mean
Jesus fucking Christ, one million blood splattered Carrie’s later…
where’s the Hendrixability? Maybe Danny Rampling’s ‘Shoom’
was the ultimate—pink dry ice and all. The Justice boys can ask Terry
if they could rip his Interstellar Moog Sounds.







