Bedtime Stories 032 (September 2011)
As sensual as a massage from Alan Rickman on a cold winter’s night. Open up your love gullet and let this mix plant a seed in your belly. Let it grow. We won’t charge for the attempted therapy.
As sensual as a massage from Alan Rickman on a cold winter’s night. Open up your love gullet and let this mix plant a seed in your belly. Let it grow. We won’t charge for the attempted therapy.
Without looking like a couple of big-headed bananas, we felt this particular mix went as smooth as a baton to the skull of a 14 year-old cockney.
Welcome to another late-night concoction of dreamy melodica, a nightcap for the ears, a pudding for your thoughts. What the fuck, have I been drinking?
Welcome to the hottest night of the fucking year, I’m posting this whilst wet under me pits for about the 12th time today. Fans on, ice on constant refill, trance on, cock out, let’s do it
Tune of the month this time round, can you guess it? Clue – it’s that fucking good, it made it onto the mix twice. It’s a double penetration right in your ears. We’ve found love with some stellar new tracks as is often the case, but say hello to a fossil of joy in the [...]