Profligate leftist prostitution partying from who knows where. || "It is now less and less necessary for the writer to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer's task is to invent the reality." -- JG Ballard. || "You try running with your sagging breasts down the middle of the fucking street. People will throw a blanket over you. And grab you. And call the police. For fuck's sake." -- Germaine Greer.
Insanely good cuts from the legend that is El-B. Probably best defined as "future garage" but considering that El-B was making it back when it was known as just garage that's rather redundant. Grab it here.