Today was the 31st of December, ’95 grudgingly on the cusp of giving sway to ’96, the old year dying into an upgraded, more urgent version of itself. My record box, a green flight case gilded with ‘fragile’ stickers, was tightly packed with bass heavy techno, tech house, deep house, acid house, house, analogue rushing trance… Each record sleeve compressed against the other like slices of prepacked ham.

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