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Out Now!  Acrelid - Illegal Rave Tapes Selektion 1999-2012 2xLP (Dance Data Records/DDR003)
https://dancedata.bandcamp.com/album/illegal-rave-tapes-selektion-1999-2012-ddr003

MDS ( Paul Jones ) got into rave music at the age of 14 stealing his sisters tapes of world dance, the edge, dreamscape, obsession to name but a few. Having been beaten to within an inch of his life he was compensated and spent his winnings on decks. He dropped out of school and got a shit job and spent all his wages (80pw £2 ph) getting trains to london and loitering in black market records building up a collection. In 1998 he started producing with the image of creating a heavy amen jungle and acid techno, married into a dance floor killing style. When life4land put on their first party in 2000 he was there being the annoying little shit blagging a set. Freedom outside of the city to breath, run free and play music that would not be welcome in any ‘respectful’ sweaty prison of a club had him hooked. He went on to play sets at and play a part organising a lot of the early L4L parties. All the time working on producing (at which point the aim was to write a set) alone and in collaboration with other members. The style he set out to create finally reached maturity around 2005 with Dekay and Warehouse Masika to name but two classics. He’s been qoted as saying ‘the L4L journey was a coldren of creativity where we all supported each other developed our own sound and strived to put on parties where the atmosphere was free. 15 years one one of the main original goals ‘writing enough music to play a whole night’ has long been surpassed and an L4L night is something unique’

Badaszewski is a Norfolk raver turned electronic manifestation of his own paranoia, self-loathing and longingness to be a techno track from 1992 again. Never the less he creates electro bassed wav files for the [K]omputerised generation of listeners who are willing to embrase these advances in technology. His only wish is that you stand in front of a speaker at 10 in the morning surrounded by strangers with ambiguous faces and occasionally look them in the eye to see if they dance like you do. 


You're driving home round the north circular road on Sunday Hip Hop beats. You're making a CD for your clever new girlfriend Hip Hop. You're on drugs Hip Hop. You're having make up sex Hip Hop. 

Break-up Hip Hop.

You're reading a graphic novel Hip Hop. You've just got back from India Hip Hop. You recognise that loop from The OC Hip Hop.

You miss your friends Hip Hop.

Your cat's just died Hip Hop.

You're cycling to work and it's still dark Hip Hop.

You're smashing a bus stop Hip Hop. You got caught painting trains Hip Hop.

You rob a lost wallet in the common room Hip Hop.

You head-fucked dickhead Hip Hop.

You're getting sentenced at the Old Bailey Hip Hop.

You didn't mean to Hip Hop.

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