"Supervisor: Good, now suckle my balls. Start with the left one, the leftfield choice. That’s it.. Ahhhhh, look sunset rubdown, there is no underground resistance, no-one’s a hippy, no-one’s a punk, least of all the hippies and punks. Now deliver Kelpe’s refurbished N97, his quite small cheque so he can eat, and then come back to caress my balls. We’ve got more potentially exciting music to appropriate. Kelpe’s just one in a long line, a long fucking line."