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5! 4! 3! 2! 1! FIGHT!

The fourth mixtape of 2010's insane 12 drops Friday.

It will be fast.

It will be furious.

It will be FREE.

And it will be FEMED.

Sorry, THEMED.

Where's that drum roll?

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ATD23: A Tribute To The Music Of Street Fighter.

FIGHT!

So, what are your favourite musical Street Fighter moments? There are so many to choose from it's head-spinning. The drum & bass weirdness from SF3 Alpha? The SF2 Gameboy Bleepfest? The breathtakingly goliath SF4 theme? Answers in the comments! I'll pick one at random and award you a drawing!

That reminds me: Who suggested I use Crash Test Dummies and The Kinks on Superhero Music? I can't find you in the #superheromusic hashtag on Twitter. BUT I KNOW YOU EXIST! And I wanna send you prize.

Speaking of which, I am off to the post office now. Superhero Music Ts are back in! Infuriatingly, my supplier sent a gang of XLs instead of XXLs, so if you're waiting for those (I see you Mark and Matthew!) you're gonna have to wait a little longer. I am deeply sorry/enraged and have unleashed the krakken in my hapless supplier's direction, poor sod.

Oh, and Raydome, I found your drawing! That's going too. Happy days.

HAAAAAAAAADUKKEN!

Lush

So I fell alseep on the sofa after 5, and was awakened gently by Super Phil at 6:20, and it transpired Bird left my bag with my passport in it at the venue last night. But Bird's got me another ID card, so we're outside waiting for Jeff to pick us up at 6:30. And at midday we're in LA, and soon after that we're in Interscope's offices,and I'm filling a bag with Nirvana, Guns N Roses, Gilbert And Sullivan, Dre, Peter Gabriel, Police and other such back catalogue. Jimmy Iovine has a signed letter from Tupac and a video console that won't switch on. And loads of ideas. A balcony. A lush view. LA is lush to look at, from these places of advantage. Like, later we visit Jeff and Trent's, and there's this fucking alien cat that loves me, and an incredible, incredible view, of this desolate wilderness spattered with money.

It was a lovely day.

But in the nighttime it is hard not to see that LA is awash with cunts. It is a sad and massive amount of cunts, and I am not sure whether it is sad because this is what the world did to them, or because this is what they do to the world, or because they are cunts, and you can see their faces rotting right in front of your eyes.