The extraordinary prolongation of sound jerked Polly’s pretty head away from her work at the calibration machine. Today’s jobs had seen her at her thorough and meticulous best but as afternoon melted easily into evening, these latest reverberations meant she’d no longer be able to focus to the level required. Her boss had just dropped The Bomb.
As her ear drums filtered the noise, the technician’s bright mind was flooded with delight, her eyes no longer felt dry and tight with concentration; she was caught riding the crest of a massive wave of admiration.
Sitting her specs on the desk and pushing herself off the comfortable heat of her work stool, Miss Filla let the soundwaves pull her to her feet and carry her off to the main source of the captivating music.
In honour of Dixon Avenue Basement Jams spending four years at the forefront of the global electronic music scene a new release was planned to shake the foundation to the very core. Techno wizard Big Miz had been charged with delivering the goods and by the Gods, the Glaswegian had cracked it! He’d created, not just new tunes, but a whole new fucking genre. Polly could feel the vibrations pulsating through every part of her curvaceous body as she sashayed along to the seductive beat.
Undoing a hair clip with a swift, deft movement, a powerful shake of her neck had her long black shiny mane falling freely down to her shoulders. Her white lab coat fell to her ankles along with her pencil skirt and she stepped out of them ripping off her blouse as she did so. Off too came her lace bra and the clumsy constraints of her office stilettoes. Finally, she slipped off her white panties, and in a move worthy of a French cancan dancer, kicked them far across the room.
Polly’s black stocking soles left slight sweat marks on the stone floor of the laboratory as she padded nearly naked towards the master of ceremonies. She could barely contain herself as she gazed at Big Miz’s massive, throbbing pink 12 incher; the source of the magic. “Oh Big Miz, you’re the shiz, this is the biz, ah’m all in a tiz – but what is this ecstasy you’re thrusting upon me?”
“It’s the all new sound of DEEP SPONK baby but don’t interrupt me when I’m busy.” Big Miz, all thrilla, no Filla.
DABJ’s latest release from Big Miz, The Bomb EP is out soon on pink 12” vinyl. Enjoy it with your clothes on or off.
We have gone back to 2014 to Mr Sultas much sought after debut release and had it completely overhauled by Simon Davey at the Exchange. The original had a slightly annoying little click in one of the tracks that some people noticed [and some didn't...]. Once it was brought to our attention it was getting on our tits too, hence the reason we decided on a re-cut! It sounds even better than before, and is coming on milky white vinyl with possibly even an extra hidden track...
The O.G. copies of this are going for stupid money now, so don't feed the speculators - buy direct and get a better product! ;)
The final DABJ release of the year marks the debut from local enigma and ROFLcopter pilot Fear-E. Four bombs to ruin everyones Xmas. Pick a winner if you can....
O.D.D., Modini and Casio Royale team up to wreck clubs across the galaxy!
I glanced at the wrinkles on my hands as they worked the controls on landing pod. I’d aged considerably since we left Earth to track the alien. Taking an extremely dangerous short cut via the rim of a black hole allowed me to get to the outer regions of the universe before I turned geriatric and was too decrepit to navigate the ship. Now, as we approached Planet Simila, excitement burned within me. It wasn’t just about meeting an extra-terrestrial, I was lonely. It had been many years since I’d spoken to anyone other than the ship’s computer and here I was about to meet the first known life form outside our planet. I bumped the pod down on the terra firma as gracefully as I could. Intel confirmed Simila had an almost identical atmosphere to earth and that I’d be able to breathe on it unaided. However, precautious as always, I put the large dome shaped breathing apparatus over my head and pulled on the silver safety suit. I took my first step out of a spaceship in 14 years and there it was only yards away from me; a small green creature with large white goggle eyes on the end of two spindly antennas. If you’d asked a 5-year-old earthling to draw a spaceman it would have looked exactly like the thing stood before me. I had no idea whether it could comprehend English or not but nerves made me blurt out: “Greetings from Planet Earth, I have travelled many light years to meet you, I… “Here, never mind that pish, ya space helmet, you got the new DABJ Allstars Vol 3 on ya, it’s got new stoaters fae O.D.D, Modini and Casio Royale. I’ve heard it’s oot o’ this world.”