Commander Tom

UK first press 1996. Records plays great with minor marks.
One of those records that every 90s DJ seemed to own, whether they admitted it or not. Built around a massive hoover riff that drills straight into your skull, it’s equal parts hypnotic and completely daft. Played at the right time it’s euphoric, played at the wrong time it’s like being trapped in a UV-lit roller rink with a smoke machine that won’t turn off. A true guilty pleasure that secretly isn’t guilty at all. FFO: Early Gatecrasher sets, Paul Oakenfold’s less subtle moments, binary code written on a glowstick, and anyone who’s ever shouted “choon!” unironically.