J Choirboy returns with more bombastic breakbeats and raucous rave chords for your earholes. Another sharp shot of nostalgia to the heart to have you waking up spluttering in the glory days of ‘92. Simpler times when the internet was still in black-and-white and you and seven of your mates would pile into Gaz’s Vauxhall Corsa and drive to a field somewhere off the M25 for a ‘propa wicked’ rave which you found out about from a party hotline on a crumpled flyer with some tenuous reference to science in the title.