When the initial breakdown of this kicks in, you’d be forgiven for thinking this was the soundtrack to a poorly-conceived Eighties film or Gameboy disaster. But when the tribal electro-house thud drops, it just transforms into a joyful piece of French house. Forgive the fromage, and you can forgive anything.
This guy is called Mister J, and he’s a young house producer from Normandy, France. If we had our way, he’d be all over the UK like it was 1066.
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