Roughly this time last Monday afternoon I was having a word with myself in the Wild Bean Café at Sedgemoor services on the M5. Travelling northbound on the dark side of Bristol, broken, burnt and confused post-Glastonbury, (a sleeping girlfriend to my left happily ignorant of my galling misstep), I doubted if I’d get another podcast out before winter, let alone the following week. Thank god, then, for that bonnet-melting gridlock on the M25 which afforded me the time to whittle down 30 or so songs to 13, which I now present to you here in All Back No Front #19.
For obvious reasons this podcast contains music that might be best heard in either a sun-blasted field full of drunk strangers, or at 4am on a makeshift club dancefloor scattered with wet mud and soft bark chips.
Or in the car.