17 October - Underworld & Underpants

I love them. A timely return to form. My two buddies love them too. Toph leaves after half an hour citing headache, repulsion induced by terrace lager louts intent on re-living their ravey days. I disagree. And everyone knows that dance music sets need a little time (an hour or so) to build up into their fizzy highights. But what can I say, I hear echoes of Kraftwerk in the best stuff, he hears Jean Michel Jarre. I go on a soundscape journey, he says they're pants. But he waits patiently outside so I will forgive this laps in unity. I hate Sigur Ros so we're square.