
As we all hungrily await that highly overrated piece of firmware called iPhone OS 3.0, the only cure for our shaky hands, twitchy eyeballs and 3a.m. cold sweats is a bomb-ass remix.
Luckily the Candyman came to visit me today. His prescription was drastic, but necessary. He scribbled, in barely legible English, a concoction of The Commodores laced with some gritty distortion, soulful synths, charming disco harmonies and a pinch of Amoxicillin. No Ms. Poppins, you were wrong. A spoonful of sugar does NOT help the medicine go down bitch, not when you have Dorkatronique doing a remix. The guy is a fucking walking sugar cube. If i wasn’t worried about making a bad impression when we bumped into one another at Festival First Night i would’ve licked his glucosey armpits, then snapped off his left earlobe to drop in my coffee the next morning.
Mama told me life is like a sugar-based DJ. Was she right?
The Commodores – Lady (Dorkatronique Remix) (zshare link)
The Commodores – Lady (Dorkatronique Remix) (zshare link)
