look out ma! simondo's a-coming for you. armed with but a laptop and some other boxes-that-wires-plug-into-but -i-don't-have-a-clue-what-the -fuck-they're-called-but-who -cares-when-they-make-things -sound-like-this? oh, and some wires. don't let those bunny ears fool you.

he's vicious. simondo topless's DIY digital breakcore drill-und-bass madness has variously been described as ‘sounding sounds like a boeing 747 on the heathrow to hades route' and ‘like being locked in a grain silo with a troupe of midgets wearing steven hawking masks, beating you about the head with two by fours', and nobody was on drugs at the time. not even glue, for pity's sake.

easy now, tiger. that shit's poisonous