Last week re: tunes by Owl Vision; forget Cascada’s plea to evacuate the dance floor, check instead the kill-everybody-on-the-dance-floor-aesthetic of Owl Vision and perhaps even The Bloody Beetroots—least of all should we take a lassez-faire approach and jam a french electro-core cruicfux up Bloody Beetroots asses for being so damned contrived ie punk 1977—and yeah we can excuse them coz they’re Italian and they look good and they’ve got NRG. 
The brief of the show is intended as ’sonic’ (yeah ok) so it’s sort of logical to include the distortion and political left-of-centre-adjunct-cut-up of Oizo, Owl Vision, Sterehoes, Designer Drugs remixes etc as a progression from the sonic distortion of Mark Stewart & The Mafia and all that early On U Sound malarky, rather than a nod towards presenting some new dance floor flava. In other words there’s a speaker—now lets here it buzz and this notion also reminds me of listening to early Force Inc. on a transistor.
