Welcome to the end of the known world. It's Friday night and the clock is ticktocking. 21, key in the door, freedom no more, that's the score to the core. Johnny Certex and Ratsoup, two 22nd-century independent-Scotland-dwelling youngstars, start their shitjobs on Monday morning picking up holographic garbage round the center of Satellite Town, the rubbish dump where they live. But there are better beat-batter times ahead on the sonic event horizon. Our cyberdrunk boyz are going to Wavesound Island to see Empty Vessels live, a combo who do a new muzakal style called protocore,
