yeah was just skimming through that. Sounds like all the hits. Reminded of a hot summer's day at Somerset House 2003, someone passing round these magic crystals in the courtyard and everything taking on a new interplanetary dimension. Karl going berserk on stage as he does, the crowd losing their shit, crusties, tourists, scousers, all united as one cursing the unforgiving cobbles. Above all, Rez sounding like the inside of your brain getting dismantled with a powertool. Good times.
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