Erection assassinators.

[DannyBlack]

The decks are fired up, you got a nice pace going, you're 2 or 3 records into a beefy mix and they have been fuh-law-less you reach for another record- dont recognise the label but who gives a crap- bloods pumping, legs are going, the impression of a guy on a tred mill keeps popping up, the occasional point to god comes into play, house mates gave up on coronation street to come in and shake it and then there it is- you start mixing the random un recognised label, in it kicks with an all mighty...... (at this point you would expect BOOM!) but no, it is a lame production- on par with DJ Fergies "cheeky biscuits", deep breath out, mood over, mix stopped, cup of tea made and sulk ensues...

Erection assassinated.

Question: anyone else get that? great mix until you put on a shit track which kills the mood, or do ye just soldier on? am i just a tempramental sod?