review of radio one in Ibiza....August 2017

Well had to be there in Ibiza, here with the flat chested waifs, the heavily tattooed women.
Men still lurching, eyes on matchsticks like some cartoon character.
Audience ranging from 8 to 50,mostly white.
 The `PrimarK` generation still bone china coulered, despite several lager drenched, cannabis fuelled days in the sun.
When 'top man' and 'newlook' close, there will be a riot.
If and when that happens at least something will have woken
 these comatose people up.

The palms are out,

The hand is raised,

Call this a gig,
Call this a party,
Call this a British funded music event.
Call it anything . . . but not a Music celebration.
The crowd . . .

when not palm raised,

when not hand held high,

Is videoing the event.

Yes almost all of them.
Forget the beats they downloaded Photoshop cropped,
Because that recorded Video, is all that matters to this 'self centred, generation.

They sway

they sway again,

they sway slower.

They stop,
they do not know they have stopped,
how would they?
Look dress and move like drugged up zombies who have cannibalised one human too many.
Please at least bring back `Disclosure` when the fire started to burn . .IF JUST FOR SOME ENERGY.

THE DJ on set is B TRAITS she has the customary nose ring, dressed in a ribboned white virginal flock. Appears to have the Charisma of a `cat litter tray`.
The sound  . . .well here l was blaming the punters.
Who books act like that?
Café Mambo and the BBC ?
                                                Plink PLACK (TWIST OF KNOB) Pluck PLACK.

They sway,

they sway again.

They sway slower.

PALM ARE RAISED......my head lowers and l reach for my Vinyl...now back in the day
Its the radio one show in Ibiza.