The Diabolical Liberties The Dancefloors Of England

The Diabolical Liberties turned down nobody to put out a limited run of vinyl EPs. They remain at large planning how to scrape the off cuts of lost ideas and misplaced rants, from a dance floor where nobody can hear you no matter how loud you scream. In the old industrial warehouses , down there bellow the sub bass. Down in Phorcy’s kingdom of misshapen beats swimming in their own echo. The new future has already started. A darkness disturbed by the occasional flash from someone thumbing a device. It’s then you see who’s been dancing next to you for the last 2 hours. Now you notice there’s ‘something in their motion’, they been looking for the ‘dance floors of England’ . The ‘sons of the bass bin’ try shouting, ‘hey you lets dance’, but that doesn’t disturb them. They just keep on with that ‘get it off me’ face, knowing ‘this will change it‘, but feeling to ‘wind up saint peter’ on the way in.