Eat Beak And Sing

That ginger bloke with the moustache would have you believe that a month on the mass produced, fast fed entrails’n’hooves’n’beaks diet will do you right up.

‘My guts are giving up!’ he cries!

‘My old boy is as limp as a leaf of week old lettuce!’ he wails!

‘I’m nearly dead!’ he whimpers!

Don’t believe him. He is wrong. DJ Scotch Egg has shown us this.

According to Ginge, 30 days within which to record an ‘album’ whilst existing purely on the multifarious magnificence of KFC, and her many illegitimate children, should leave you well nonced up, if not right dead.

If this were the case though, how would Ginge explain KFC Core? Hmm? Cat got your tongue, Ginge? Hmm?

By following the 30-day ‘chicken’ and album diet, DJ Scotch Egg has come up with a work of 8bit-speedbass-corecore-fairytale happiness, to shake the feather, and beak, and claw, and hoof, and filth out of anyone, leaving nothing but good good goodness. No guts failure. No death. Finally, we know the truth.

Get more goodness here and occasionally here, and pick up the full opus on ADAADAT from your local practitioner of fine music, or here. Live dates pop up here and there, and there’s a whispered promise of a tour with Ceephax Acid Crew in December, which should be a real good treat.

DJ Scotch Egg - Scotch Heads

DJ Scotch Egg - Acid Boy Two