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Friday, October 19, 2012
A man, a plan and a Shitmat.
The UK singles chart is sixty years young this year, and in tribute Shitmat has set about remixing every single number one from those sixty years, using only samples or parts from the tracks themselves. The end results have been as varied as the music of the last six decades: witness U2 made into noise rock, three of the X Factor group tracks rejigged into a requiem for Simon Cowell, two hundred separate chart toppers crammed into 7 minutes and Arctic Monkeys toughened up even further. Oh, and the Beatles and Billy Connolly combined in the most juvenile manner imaginable.
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