Killacat On Air [Acid Jungle Pirate Radio Remix]

[Killacat — sole male lead, low close-mic speaking voice] …eighty-eight point seven… Yeah… There you are. You found the signal. Keep it locked. Transmit. KILLACAT ON AIR! [Female non-lexical vocal chop] Ahhh—yeah! [Killacat — sole lead toast] Killacat on air— Through pirate waves— KILLACAT ON AIR! [Female non-lexical vocal chop] Ahhh—yeah! [Killacat — sole lead toast] Killacat on air— Through pirate waves— Make the shadows shake— Red light in his eyes— Underground all night! No ads— No lies— Just transmit! [BREAK — ACID JUNGLE] [Female background vocal chops — non-lexical] Ahh! Yeah! Ooh—ah! Ah—ah! [Killacat — sole lead toast] Flyer on the wall, frequency in ink, passed hand to hand before the weekend hits. Back room, basement, warehouse light, you heard me on the decks— now you hear me tonight. Eighty-eight point seven, turn it slow, tune it right, little signal through the concrete for the people up at night. No playlist telling me what I’m supposed to spin. If it moves— MOVE IT! If it breaks— BREAK IT! If it shakes the room— TRANSMIT! [Old Seas shanty recording sample] HEY-HO! HERE WE GO! ONE BOTTLE OF ALE AND ONE OF RUM! HEY-HO! HERE WE GO! [Killacat — sole lead toast] Through pirate waves— Signal slipping free— EIGHTY-EIGHT SEVEN! From the booth into the night, from the night into the street— TRANSMIT! Acid— TRANSMIT! Jungle— TRANSMIT! Whatever makes you move— TRANSMIT! [Killacat — sparse close-mic toast] No licence. No format. Just music. Still awake? Good. Stay on the frequency. [brief transmission glitch] Transmission incoming. [Killacat — lead] KILLACAT ON AIR! Eighty-eight point seven. Keep it locked. Keep it moving. Keep it— TRANSMITTING! [Female non-lexical chopped echoes] Ahh! Yeah—yeah! Ooh—ah! [Outro — radio signal distortion] [Killacat — fading close-mic spoken voice] Killacat GBG… Pirate radio… Transmission continues…