What are you listening to ?

[Sonatine 12300]

  On 02/04/2025 at 18:07, Gemmill said:

 

 

These are incredible. 

 

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Latest one just dropped 

 

 

[Gemmill 52613]

  On 20/04/2025 at 18:42, Sonatine said:

 

Latest one just dropped 

 

 

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 was just coming to post that. 

 

[wykikitoon 23765]

Fatboy SLim couldn't be more of a Tory cunt if he tried.

I have only just found out he is called Quentin.

GTFO

And your music is shit.

[RobinRobin 12945]

  On 25/04/2025 at 07:37, wykikitoon said:

Fatboy SLim ✅ 

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Wykiki'dYP

[Gemmill 52613]

  On 25/04/2025 at 07:37, wykikitoon said:

Fatboy SLim couldn't be more of a Tory cunt if he tried.

I have only just found out he is called Quentin.

GTFO

And your music is shit.

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Someone's hate-listening to his Fatboy Slim play list again... 

[Alex 37794]

  On 25/04/2025 at 07:37, wykikitoon said:

Fatboy SLim couldn't be more of a Tory cunt if he tried.

I have only just found out he is called Quentin.

GTFO

And your music is shit.

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He’s a clever sampler (or was). I kind of agree the results aren’t really anything amazing though. The whole ‘big beat’ thing was just block party hip hop. A style that was nothing new even at the time. Just a more commercially appealing version of that really. I can’t say I was ever much of a fan but I liked some of his stuff at the time. Massively overrated imo because I think there’s people who are much better. But that’s just taste really. He’s got a canny discography when you look at all the stuff he’s been involved with. What’s triggered this btw?  Has he done something recently? The CUNT 

[Andrew 5534]

  On 25/04/2025 at 07:37, wykikitoon said:

Fatboy SLim couldn't be more of a Tory cunt if he tried.

I have only just found out he is called Quentin.

GTFO

And your music is shit.

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His names norman isnt it?

[wykikitoon 23765]

  On 25/04/2025 at 08:12, Andrew said:

His names norman isnt it?

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Born Quentin Leo Cook.

[Ayatollah Hermione 15117]

I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt about being a Tory since I have a hard time imagining Paul Heaton being in a band with any of them 

[Craig 7381]

  On 25/04/2025 at 08:33, Ayatollah Hermione said:

I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt about being a Tory since I have a hard time imagining Paul Heaton being in a band with any of them 

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This, entirely! Not sure he had any input on what his birth name was going to be, but if it provides Wykiki a rare opportunity to call someone a CUNT, let's allow it

As for his music. Agree with Alex that it was nothing earth shattering, he saw an opportunity to take it mainstream and exploited it. 

Along similar lines, I've come across way too many people who think 'The Fat Of The Land' is both the Prodigy's best album, and first album!!

 

[Monkeys Fist 46472]

  On 25/04/2025 at 08:33, Ayatollah Hermione said:

I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt about being a Tory since I have a hard time imagining Paul Heaton being in a band with any of them 

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Didn’t the drummer from Housemartins go batshit insane and attack someone with an axe or something? 
 

Drummers eh? 

[Ayatollah Hermione 15117]

  On 25/04/2025 at 11:35, Monkeys Fist said:

Didn’t the drummer from Housemartins go batshit insane and attack someone with an axe or something? 
 

Drummers eh? 

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As a member of the Drummer Union, I would like to distance myself from this particular lunatic. And he may be an axe murderer but at least he’s not a Tory

Edited April 25 by Ayatollah Hermione

[spongebob toonpants 4495]

  On 25/04/2025 at 07:37, wykikitoon said:

Fatboy SLim couldn't be more of a Tory cunt if he tried.

I have only just found out he is called Quentin.

GTFO

And your music is shit.

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though

 

 

[Monkeys Fist 46472]

  On 25/04/2025 at 11:39, Ayatollah Hermione said:

As a member of the Drummer Union, I would like to distance myself from this particular lunatic. And he may be an axe murderer but at least he’s not a Tory

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Be honest, have you ever met a fellow paradiddler who wasn’t unhinged? 

[Kevin Carr's Gloves 4378]

  On 25/04/2025 at 11:35, Monkeys Fist said:

Didn’t the drummer from Housemartins go batshit insane and attack someone with an axe or something? 
 

Drummers eh? 

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His former business associate, burnt his house down too. Doesn’t make him a Tory though.

[Monkeys Fist 46472]

I never said he was- just a regular, left wing (maybe), axe wielding maniac arsonist. 

[Kevin Carr's Gloves 4378]

  On 25/04/2025 at 11:58, Monkeys Fist said:

I never said he was- just a regular, left wing (maybe), axe wielding maniac arsonist. 

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Does burning one house make you an arsonist? It’s not like it’s a hobby.

[Gemmill 52613]

"You shag ONE sheep!" 

[Ayatollah Hermione 15117]

  On 25/04/2025 at 11:49, Monkeys Fist said:

Be honest, have you ever met a fellow paradiddler who wasn’t unhinged? 

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Only the shite ones

[Monkeys Fist 46472]

Had this on on the way home tonight. 
 

 

The mix of Spanish guitar,tablas, and sitar somehow makes it sound to me North African, as if it was a soundtrack to some art movie set in the Moroccan deserts. 
 

Which reminded me of the music in the first bar I frequented in France way back in the early 90s, owned and run by a dodgy geezer called Kamil. 
 

Oh yes lads… it’s STORYTIME! 
 

So, my first trip out to France, after going round the Med putting up all the tents, I came back to my “home” site in Marseillan Plage to start my season job- somehow I’d ended up being recruited to the security team for the site. 
Great bunch of lads, easy job, loads of time off. 
Me and my mate Dave, ( imagine young Tim Cruise if he was 6’3”, built like a gorilla, and Welsh), were on an early evening patrol in a part of the site called the Annexe- it was basically the overflow part for the height of summer, this was early season so it was all empty caravans. 
We were basically having a crafty gag and unofficial break as there was no one ever there, but we had to do at least one patrol of it per shift. 
So, we were quite surprised to turn in to one of the rows and see a couple of French lads trying to break in to one of the caravans. 
They hadn’t seen us, so we came up behind and tackled them, got them in a wrist lock and they were fucked 

 

Neither Dave nor I could speak French at the time, so after them gibbering away outraged at our cheek, we used the international language and gave them a light slapping, escorted them down to the beach, another goodbye slap, and sent them on their way. 
 

We headed to the main gatehouse to report it our gaffer, Franc. 
 

Franc was mint- French lad, utterly unremarkable in appearance, but a lovely bloke who was always laughing and smiling. 
Also, ex Toulouse riot squad gendarme, so he was fucking nails. 
 

Just as we’d finished telling him the tale, and stopped laughing, a car screeched to a halt outside the gate and our two friends from earlier got out and started throwing threats our way, finishing with “ we’ll be back with friends”. 
Neither Franc, nor us, were particularly bothered by them, but just as a precaution he asked us to stick around at the gatehouse with him for a while, and also called up Jamie, another one of the team. 
This left “Basil”** on his own down at the main restaurant/bar/disco area, but it was early evening so no one was pissed enough to kick off yet. 
 

Sure enough, within the hour, four cars came screaming down the lane and pulled up at the entrance to the site. 4-5 lads in each, so there was 15-20 of them, all about 19-20yrs old. 
 

Still, we weren’t too worried as yet. 
 

During our training Franc had instilled in us what we could and couldn’t do legally in situations like this- essentially, as long as they were off site, we sat it out and called the police if necessary. 
 

If they came on-site however … 

 

So, we had this bunch of French fannies, giving it the big ‘un, shouting and bawling, but they weren’t setting foot over the boundary line, we just stood across the gate and laughed at them. 
 

When they’d pulled up the smell of weed from their cars was like Cheech and Chong, and they all had beers in their hands too. 
 

Could get messy, but their reactions were dulled and we weren’t too worried. 
 

Anyway, they started rushing the gate, trying to scare us, but the useless cunts were doing it like a martial arts film, one at a time- if they’d come at us all at once we’d have had our hands full, but they clearly weren’t the brightest. 
 

Inevitably, one of them came over the line, and Franc was in him like a fucking mountain lion, before he knew what had hit him he was face down in the dirt with his limbs being bent in ways that weren’t designed for. 
He was, again, mildly slapped and sent back to his idiot mates. 
 

Who decided their best course of action was to repeat exactly what he’d just done, with the same outcome, but this time the slapping was delivered in Welsh by Dave Cruise. 
 

Again, one more time for good luck, this time the dafty heard a sarcastic Geordie accent for probably the first and last time in his life. 
 

Franc had had enough, so he strode right up the whole lot of them, grabbed the biggest one, and shouted something at them in French, after which they got in their cars and fucked off, shouting a final threat as they left. 
 

We asked Franc what he’d said and it was “ Grow some balls or fuck off home” 

 

Theyd threatened to return with more lads, but, as we expected, didn’t. 
 

Next day we were sitting in Kamil’s having a beer and laughing about the previous night’s circus. 
 

Kamil, who looked the double of Mungo Jerry, without the ‘fro, was always smiling, laid back as fuck, but we knew he was also nails and ran the town. 
 

He came over, his usual happy self, asked us what happened, and Franc explained (in French) what had gone on. 
 

This lad Kamil’s face went from happy hippy to deathly chilling in an instant- he looked fucking furious. 
 

He told to stay at the cafe, went out to his car, alone, and disappeared. 
 

About an hour later, he came back, slightly ruffled, and with a fresh lump on one of his knuckles, bought us a round of drinks, and said to Franc “ They won’t be back”. 
 

We found out later that he’d gone  to the next town up where the idiots we’re from, gone in to the cafe of his counterpart in that town, and battered the fuck out him, telling him to keep his idiots out of Kamil’s patch 

 

 

** Basil was the oddball of our team- Scot’s lad with a blonde perm, utterly obsessed with James Bond, told everyone he was called Sean when he arrived, only for us to find out he was called Chris. 
 

We christened him Basil, short for Basildon Bond. 
 

He made out he was some ninja level deadly fighter, but in the few occasions we actually had to step in to anything, he was strangely the last to get involved, when it was already sorted. 

 

Anyway, Happy Saturday 
 

[RobinRobin 12945]

  On 26/04/2025 at 04:52, Monkeys Fist said:

Had this on on the way home tonight. 
 

 

The mix of Spanish guitar,tablas, and sitar somehow makes it sound to me North African, as if it was a soundtrack to some art movie set in the Moroccan deserts. 
 

Which reminded me of the music in the first bar I frequented in France way back in the early 90s, owned and run by a dodgy geezer called Kamil. 
 

Oh yes lads… it’s STORYTIME! 
 

So, my first trip out to France, after going round the Med putting up all the tents, I came back to my “home” site in Marseillan Plage to start my season job- somehow I’d ended up being recruited to the security team for the site. 
Great bunch of lads, easy job, loads of time off. 
Me and my mate Dave, ( imagine young Tim Cruise if he was 6’3”, built like a gorilla, and Welsh), were on an early evening patrol in a part of the site called the Annexe- it was basically the overflow part for the height of summer, this was early season so it was all empty caravans. 
We were basically having a crafty gag and unofficial break as there was no one ever there, but we had to do at least one patrol of it per shift. 
So, we were quite surprised to turn in to one of the rows and see a couple of French lads trying to break in to one of the caravans. 
They hadn’t seen us, so we came up behind and tackled them, got them in a wrist lock and they were fucked 

 

Neither Dave nor I could speak French at the time, so after them gibbering away outraged at our cheek, we used the international language and gave them a light slapping, escorted them down to the beach, another goodbye slap, and sent them on their way. 
 

We headed to the main gatehouse to report it our gaffer, Franc. 
 

Franc was mint- French lad, utterly unremarkable in appearance, but a lovely bloke who was always laughing and smiling. 
Also, ex Toulouse riot squad gendarme, so he was fucking nails. 
 

Just as we’d finished telling him the tale, and stopped laughing, a car screeched to a halt outside the gate and our two friends from earlier got out and started throwing threats our way, finishing with “ we’ll be back with friends”. 
Neither Franc, nor us, were particularly bothered by them, but just as a precaution he asked us to stick around at the gatehouse with him for a while, and also called up Jamie, another one of the team. 
This left “Basil”** on his own down at the main restaurant/bar/disco area, but it was early evening so no one was pissed enough to kick off yet. 
 

Sure enough, within the hour, four cars came screaming down the lane and pulled up at the entrance to the site. 4-5 lads in each, so there was 15-20 of them, all about 19-20yrs old. 
 

Still, we weren’t too worried as yet. 
 

During our training Franc had instilled in us what we could and couldn’t do legally in situations like this- essentially, as long as they were off site, we sat it out and called the police if necessary. 
 

If they came on-site however … 

 

So, we had this bunch of French fannies, giving it the big ‘un, shouting and bawling, but they weren’t setting foot over the boundary line, we just stood across the gate and laughed at them. 
 

When they’d pulled up the smell of weed from their cars was like Cheech and Chong, and they all had beers in their hands too. 
 

Could get messy, but their reactions were dulled and we weren’t too worried. 
 

Anyway, they started rushing the gate, trying to scare us, but the useless cunts were doing it like a martial arts film, one at a time- if they’d come at us all at once we’d have had our hands full, but they clearly weren’t the brightest. 
 

Inevitably, one of them came over the line, and Franc was in him like a fucking mountain lion, before he knew what had hit him he was face down in the dirt with his limbs being bent in ways that weren’t designed for. 
He was, again, mildly slapped and sent back to his idiot mates. 
 

Who decided their best course of action was to repeat exactly what he’d just done, with the same outcome, but this time the slapping was delivered in Welsh by Dave Cruise. 
 

Again, one more time for good luck, this time the dafty heard a sarcastic Geordie accent for probably the first and last time in his life. 
 

Franc had had enough, so he strode right up the whole lot of them, grabbed the biggest one, and shouted something at them in French, after which they got in their cars and fucked off, shouting a final threat as they left. 
 

We asked Franc what he’d said and it was “ Grow some balls or fuck off home” 

 

Theyd threatened to return with more lads, but, as we expected, didn’t. 
 

Next day we were sitting in Kamil’s having a beer and laughing about the previous night’s circus. 
 

Kamil, who looked the double of Mungo Jerry, without the ‘fro, was always smiling, laid back as fuck, but we knew he was also nails and ran the town. 
 

He came over, his usual happy self, asked us what happened, and Franc explained (in French) what had gone on. 
 

This lad Kamil’s face went from happy hippy to deathly chilling in an instant- he looked fucking furious. 
 

He told to stay at the cafe, went out to his car, alone, and disappeared. 
 

About an hour later, he came back, slightly ruffled, and with a fresh lump on one of his knuckles, bought us a round of drinks, and said to Franc “ They won’t be back”. 
 

We found out later that he’d gone  to the next town up where the idiots we’re from, gone in to the cafe of his counterpart in that town, and battered the fuck out him, telling him to keep his idiots out of Kamil’s patch 

 

 

** Basil was the oddball of our team- Scot’s lad with a blonde perm, utterly obsessed with James Bond, told everyone he was called Sean when he arrived, only for us to find out he was called Chris. 
 

We christened him Basil, short for Basildon Bond. 
 

He made out he was some ninja level deadly fighter, but in the few occasions we actually had to step in to anything, he was strangely the last to get involved, when it was already sorted. 

 

Anyway, Happy Saturday 
 

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[thebrokendoll 10834]

travelling up the m50 yesterday morning with tony blackburn's sounds of the 60s on the radio and this was played. really enjoyed it and when I got to tewkesbury I had a few minutes to wait for my mate and his daughter so got to googling. obviously a simon & garfunkel song but was a bigger hit hit in the uk for the bachelors cover and I have to say I think deservedly so.

they (both metalers) were adamant that the disturbed's version is.by far the best but the dickie's 250mph 1979 punk cover blows that away.

anyway, the bachelors for me....

 

 

 

[Alex 37794]

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