Here's one of many.
"The 900 number"
You know the one, the sax on repeat, sampled in "Hear the drummer get wicked"?
Well the non wicked version was and is, well, wicked.

Takes me back to a particular dive in Leatherhead called the Mole bar. Had a really small smokey cellar where you could get high from just being there. Those days were classic, the joys of vodka and beats going straight to the heart were good times indeed.

Once the Mole closed, and tastes turned a bit darker, Batchelors (I'm sure that was what it was called) in Reigate had a small entrance. Once inside, a set of steps at the side of the room led down, then down further, round a corner and down further still, becoming more and more like the batcave 'till you emerged, perhaps fifty foot plus under the ground in a system of sandstone caves. Bar and music again, (Badger beers this time) solved evenings out. Must have closed down due to fire regs I guess, but damn I miss those days.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 17:47, Reply)