(Is that you, is that - is that really you?)

Innervisions Orchestra’s mix of ‘Crocodile’ by Underworld. Still probably my favourite out of the pretty average slew of Underworld remixes out there. Such a lovely, refined take on the original - stripped down to its bare necessities and given a chance to shine. 

He didn’t read Mary Shelley’s original novel beforehand. Tut tut. “I didn’t want to make any comparisons between that and Nick Dear’s script. But I did read Paradise Lost, which inspired some of the lyrics. Danny encouraged us to read it because it runs as a thread through the play and I found a strong similarity between that and my own lyrics. It’s become a real attachment for me – I carry it everywhere.”

Anthemic.

Born Slippy live in action, fifteen years after its release. No words necessary.

drive boy, dog boy, dirty numb angel boy. in the doorway, boy, she was a lipstick boy, she was a beautiful boy and tears boy, and all in your innerspace boy, you had hands girl boy and steel, boy, you had chemicals, boy, i’ve grown so close to you, boy, and you just grow, boy, she said come over come over she smiled at you. let your feelings slip, boy, but never your mask, boy. random blonde, bio-high density, random blonde boy, blonde country blonde high density. you are my drug, boy. you’re real, boy. speak to me, boy, dog dirty numb cracking, boy, you get wet boy, big big time boy. acid bear boy and babes and babes and babes and babes and babes and remembering nothing boy - do you like my tin horn, boy, it gets wet like an angel. derail.

(you’ve got a velvet mouth you’re so succulent beautiful shimmering dirty wonderful and hot times on your telephone line on your telephone to god i love you and in walks an angel)

look at me mum, squatting pissed in a tube hole on tottenham court road, i just come out of the ship talking to the most blonde i ever met, shouting lager lager lager lager, shouting lager lager lager lager, shouting lager lager lager lager, shouting mega mega white thing, mega mega white thing, mega mega white thing mega mega, shouting lager lager lager mega mega white thing, mega mega white thing, mega mega so many things to see and do in the tube hole true blonde going back to romford mega mega mega going back to romford, hi, mum, are you having fun, and now are you on your way to a new tension headache?

(listen here. all i can think of are streets that smell like cigarette smoke and sitting pissed in melbourne’s gutters, head spinning, wondering how the fuck i got there.

i find it really odd that born slippy.nuxx was taken on as an anthem for a generation back in ‘96 - dancing, drinking, drugs. cutting loose. the simple, transitory, chemical pleasures of life. to me? it’s a completely heartbreaking song. huh.)

why don’t you call me, i feel like flying?

i am so in love with karl hyde of underworld that it’s not funny. this man is one of the most incredible, electric artists in electronic music. i’m dying for the opportunity to catch them live.

(caps from the everything, everything dvd.)