LATEST VINYL: Cracker Jon & Fraser Syme - Slug Festival

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Week 10 of the Slug Festival. What was meant as a carefree weekend of reckless abandon has morphed into a different monster entirely. There is no end only Slime. None escape the dance. Tribalism runs rife as various gangs of DJs, artists and punters feast on the remains of the oppressive security regime that made its last desperate bid for control in week 3. Something sinister fuels the spectacle from backstage. The generators should have packed up 2 months ago, yet somehow the lights stay on. A drone of indistinguishable bass from all sound systems still playing at full volume blurs into one never ending tune that all limbs must involuntarily move to. One food stall remains open for perpetuity. Nobody looks at what they’re eating from it or asks where the never-ending supply of sustenance is coming from.

Cracker Jon was last seen in the thrall of the Slug King. Devoid of free will. A servant of the sludge. Once under the Slug’s command there is only so long remnants of the human mind can cling on. Soon there will be no coming back.

In a last ditch attempt to rescue him we’re assembling an extraction team. But mercenaries don’t come cheap.

Yep. What we’re getting at here is … Jon will die if you don’t buy Slug Festival on Vinyl or Digital asap. Head to our shop to cop.

PROSPECTS return from the grave with lost LP!

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In the years between their dope debut EP Stumblin and the point they called time on the PROSPECTS collaboration, the boys had been in the studio working on dozens of tunes. Stored on various dusty hard drives, none of them looked set to see the light of the day. As this seemed like a fucking crime, we tracked down these steezy relics of the PROSPECTS era. We picked the 10 best finished tunes out of this digital museum of their signature wordsmithery, gave them a slick mastering lift from beat wizard Kulture and sat back and beheld our creation.

Turned out that Lebbs and Apps had unwittingly recorded a complete and incredibly sick album and nobody, including them, may ever have known. Oh Lawd… The Last Days of PROSPECTS almost didn’t exist. But rejoice. It does exist. Wrap your ears around it. Better yet, chuck a few quid in the pockets of this crew of two that once was as they go forth on their solo side quests. Tell a friend to tell their future children, lest the good word of PROSPECTS be lost forever to the sands of time.