This reminds me of raving in a small kitchen in Cricklewood. It probably makes you think of something else. This really puts a full stop after all the break-beat type nonsense from the 1990s. If the bald bloke from Masterchef was judging this track, he’d probably break into his broadest grimace-cum-smile and say “break beats don’t get much tougher than this”, before some awkward editing cuts to his mate who says almost exactly the same thing in a slightly different way. The standout track from a decidedly patchy album, or perhaps the standout track from a decidedly patchy decade. (That, of course, is a silly thing to say, how can a decade’s-worth of music be anything other than patchy? A case of style over content, that one). Big shouts to Phil for reminding me this existed.