Big up. Sorry for the lateness on this one. I was in bed for 5 days with the evilest bug I've ever had and am now ejecting some horrible stuff from my rear. Luckily I managed to grab a cover show today, so you get your dose of Brainz, just a little late! This is the last show before Xmas, so I've given you a nice little blend of super fresh UK Garage, with a rinse out of bangers for the latter part of the show. Enjoyed this one.

Have a great Xmas, and keep an eye on the Podcast feed for a little treat in the next few days ;)

Safe

B

BUZZIN! Alright you bunch of nipple clamped legends? Here's some music for you to listen to. Yay!

Stay livid, and keep it Jackson.

B

GREAT SCOTT!

Well smash my ring and call me Sally. We got loads of new tunes for you. Usual malarkey, with a bit of a twist for the last half hour due to me finally buying new styli.

Great news for people up north (so everyone outside of the M25, right?) is that I'm playing in Nottingham on 30th November 2013. Catch me at Spanky Van Dykes for IN2: The Evolution of Garage. Please get down there if you're local!

Big up for another week,

B

So on Tuesday they yanked out my gall bladder. I survived. Would you Adam and Eve is?

That's my sole anecdote for you. And also my excuse for not feeling completely on point for this one. Still lots of fresh tuna for you. Please enjoy like it was sushi.

B

So do I tell you my messed up Friday night? Fuck it. Why not.

After arguing with fake gypsy charity collectors and nearly getting bowled over by a savage pub fight that spilled everywhere I went to a super gay club. Like wow. Beyonce, Katy Perry, Britney Spears, the lot. I struck out and left at kick out time out of my box. Heading down Tottenham Court Road I'm engaged by 2 birds who saw where I came from. They were then surprised when I said I was straight because I was "so well groomed." Supposedly I have eyelashes to be jealous of. Sthuper!

So, I blag the cabbie into going McDs to stuff my face, get home and my internet is dead. NO. SHIT. I actually thought I'd cancelled my show via my phone at 4am from the toilet. I wake up to notice that I was so fucked that I didn't manage to do it. Great.

So I play with the power cord and get my cable modem going. I now have about 50 minutes to buy new music, download promos and set up for the show. No where NEAR enough time. Well, I frantically stumbled through and got to air in my hungover state to bring you this show.

If that's not dedication I don't know what is.

Enjoy.

B

Honestly, how can I be expected to come up with something witty when I've got a fat hangover.

Just stop whinging. And listen to some tunes.

Hugs and handjobs,

B

Battering the shit out of you with some quality tuna again this week.

Bare gems. I can't talk it up enough. Just bloody listen!

Until next time

B

Yeah baby, twerk it.

So last week on Sub.FM I started a live rinse out of some classics from the mid to last noughties. It's a time of garage that put out loads of great music but was more underground that a mole with a pneumatic drill so it's not really revered. So I went a bit longer than the show and bashed out a full hour of random tunes from the noughties.

I'd like to do another of these as I have so many underplayed gems from this era. So watch this space!

Safe

B

Howdy. I got some banging UK Garage for you this week, just DON'T MENTION ZI FUTURE!

Yeah I'm on one again. Mainly because FACT Magazine are dicks. Massive, massive dicks. Sometimes it feels like it's a personal war against Whistla.

Whatever. Fuck em.

As a side note, this week's show has been cut off at the end. But in doing so, it means you get a bonus episode next week.

Happy days.

Take it easy,

B

Huge show for you this week. Super fresh beats. Had a jam chat room with lots of action. All the usual shit, you know?

Anyway, happy Bank Holiday if you're in the UK. And I'm fucking right off to Ibiza for 6 days. Sweet.

Enjoy the rain, suckers.

B