In which the strangely faced Zoe Ball-banger (no, not Norman Cook, the other one) and his non-famous, non-celebrity screwing mate release eclectic electronic album, which is feted by (oh joy) Pete Tong, and which I may like a lot. I've still not actually decided yet. Are they still using soul vocals in house then?
Anyway, yes, talk about it.
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Sunday, 11 May 2003 15:33 (twenty-two years ago)