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Thursday September 13, 2007 - 1:08 AM
Who the fuck are you callin poodle? i work for myself u cunt - its blatantly you Clive. Either that or one of his other cock smoking bitch mates - and go fuck urself about 'insecure ending', your the fucking dickhead willing to waste your life hiding behind a computer trying to bring a man down over a girl!
Your nothing but a pussy hole bruv, plain and simple - In fact Clive if u wanna act like a big man private message me ur number
now and we can do this. I was just gonna leave this with Angel but I'd be more then willing to kick your teeth in.
You pussy! if your so pissed about Angel 'betraying your friendship' why dont you go find him and do something about it man to man rather then hiding behind ur keyboard you cunt? nothing but a little bitch DJ from nowhere, simply hating on someone you used to know because they're moving up and your still nobody.
Fuck off of this review man, you're not wanted here.
An ex-friend of mine who is shitty, untalented farmer DJ from Northampton, called Clive Morgan, wrote the bullshit below.
The only reason I'm prepared to grass him is because this cunt tried to pull my girlfriend even though we were ‘friends’ and he had been coming round my house for ages, although he generally sat there completely silently. I now realise he was just waiting for me to leave so he could try it on with my girlfriend. Fucking dickhead.
This twat struts around shining his black bald head, claiming he’s a “DJ yet he couldn’t and still cant mix to save his life. What’s worse is that the guy was totally obsessed with Angel's ex-Mrs, and helped her run off with his kids (that’s in the book, and that’s true!) yet he sits comfortably behind the safety of his computer screen trying to trash other’s achievements in order to comfort himself as he's a fucking loser.
Anybody who knows anything about the jungle scene in London, between 1993 - 1997, knows the Electrybe massive or Otiz F. Angel, and even if they don’t/didn’t like him, they most defiantly would have respect for him and his crew.
All except that bitter dickhead Clive of course, who actually used to play for Electrybe in their smallest house room, and even then he used to clang his mixes together like a train wreck, he was bloody awful then and still is!
I only hope Angel and his crew find you and kick the shit out of you soon, before I find someone else who will. You’re a joke, a fucking waste of space mate.
Get a life, stop interfering in other peoples, your a bitter and jelous mug and your career is so shit that your practically invisible! loser.
Stay the fuck away from Lucy, and stay away from me.
Tuesday September 11, 2007 - 9:10 PM
how do you know i'm not doing something about it?
and maybe i should track this clive down too and find out who the fuck is DJ Shotty.
you seem either really young and naive or really stupid.
you, fuck off this review you faggot poodle.
your his bitch so of course you would be objective.
im not clive you fucking arsehole or his cock smoking friends. lol!
your insecurity really has the better of you.
and by all means let your boyfriend Otiz know.
and you really dont want to get involved, its all easy being big man on the internet.
i cant fucking find no trace of Dj Shotty any fucking where so you must be big in the game. what do you play jaava? lol! cunt! must do!
your saying you'll kick my teeth in?
you'll really take this as your problem, fine.
you'll suffer if you want to be involved.
in reply to dj shottys first poor response
who the fuck are you? im really not who ever you think i am.
i never ever met you, know you or wish to know you.
you wish Angel and his crew come beat me up?
you fucking fool.
i'll tell you who i am.
i was someone who considered Otiz a friend till he betrayed my friendship, over his insecurity and jealousy.
all because of a girl.
go fucking run to Otiz you bitch fucking poodle, and ask him who i am.
cos i aint the guy who's been fuckin your girl.
i love the insecurity of your ending on your post
"and stay away from lucy"
classic.
you pussy hole, your mate clives probably bangin her right now. she's squirting all over his "shiny black head" lol!!
this is a fictional story posing as a non-fiction book.
Otiz F. Angel was a minor clubnight promoter who piggybacked on real promoters.
all the gay looking pictures hardly strike fear, the ex-gangster turned worldwide nightclub owner turned pouty, camp house genrefying, self deifying closet queen.
he was born in tottenham, true.
save your money
spend it on a some poor cunt who deserves your time spent reading.
or
i highly recommend it too anyone who remembers the joke of a rave promotion called Electrybe.
or
any one who likes reading books with "and then" every four words.
or
anyone who thinks rave culture is a realistic lifestyle
and
to quote Voodoobass
"'Rave Story' presents a gritty and often humourous look at the machinery that turns behind the scenes of clubland, the history of the numerous subgenres of House music, and the clubbing, sex, drugs and violence that form part and parcel of the pursuit of a career in the business of hedonism."
the machinery, does it say how Electrybe was really a front to sell ecstacy?
the numerous sub-genres?
including his very own shitty genre, because no one knows who the fuck he is in London.
he never climbed the ranks on the jungle scene? so forget that chapter.
the violence, is there a chapter where he beats his kids mother, i always remember him always hitting people much smaller than, because he knew they couldnt fight back.
he was a lot fatter then.
the business of hedonism?
based on the "memoirs"
this is utter bollocks!!!!!
save your money
the only place you can buy it is online.
it will not be in any major bookshop ever, and check out the movie rights website where your asked who in Hollywood should play Otiz and his cronies. its funny as fuck and typical of this vain self idolizing joker.
it isnt even on amazon??
and wont be in any shops soon.
the isbn doesnt register either, they are normally 9-10 digits.
Thursday September 06, 2007 - 12:44 PM
I haven't read this book but for those who are interested in this subject ... here's a link to another book which features more canadian (toronto) content... and for the record I haven't read this one either. I'm only suggesting it.. cuz way back when they interviewed me for it and used some of my photos within the book.
.... rave on. 
www.amazon.ca/Fight-Flight-Ch...30614
Thursday September 06, 2007 - 8:02 AM
its a lame book thats all i got to say
Friday August 24, 2007 - 12:02 PM
'Rave Story' is based on the memoirs of Otiz F Angel. For those not familiar with the name, Otiz F Angel, or to many people, simply 'Angel', has been a constant presence behind the scenes in the Rave and Club scenes since the early '90s. Born in North London, Angel grew up on the streets of Tottenham.
Things could have worked out very badly, as from a young age, he was living the gangster lifestyle. His first 'real' job was managing the the local branch of the family's weed distribution operation, overseeing the staff and occasionally having to persuade errant clients that paying their bad debts was definitely in their best interests.
However, after hearing Acid House at long-time London clubbing mecca, the Camden Palace, and getting caught up in the 'DIY' ethos of the House music scene, the opportunity arose to channel some of his capital into creating a pirate radio station. Shortly after, Obsession FM was ruling the airwaves, as one of London's first dedicated Acid House radio stations. The birth of Obsession was the catalyst for a chain of events which saw Angel put aside his street life in favour of more productive business ventures. The call of the music was strong, and Angel threw himself into promoting raves, producing music, perrforming and working his way up the ranks of the electronic music underground.
Taking in the legendary Spiral Tribe rave at Castlemorton, the peak of the London Jungle scene and a spell on the White Isle along the way, 'Rave Story' presents a gritty and often humourous look at the machinery that turns behind the scenes of clubland, the history of the numerous subgenres of House music, and the clubbing, sex, drugs and violence that form part and parcel of the pursuit of a career in the business of hedonism. It deals with the difficulty of tuning ones back on street life while not severing ties with relatives and childhood friends, the challenges of balancing a fast-paced, entrepreneurial career with the raising of a family, and the struggle to achive greatness when wealth, race and social background are against you. Unlike most other memoirs, Angel has chosen not to wait till his autumn years before telling his tale, instead writing Rave Story as the preface to a larger saga that has yet to unfold.
Fast-paced and hard-hitting, Rave Story pulls no punches in its frank, situationist dialogue and is at times inspirational. It will strike a chord with anyone who has longed to claw their way out of a rut and make a run for success as their own boss, or get into the seemingly impenetrable Music Industry.
Priced @ £12.50 Sterling or $25 US, RaveStory is available direct from www.ravestory.com, online retailers such as Amazon or major music booksellers.
ISBN - 978-1-427-1787-3
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