We didn't start LEMON TEAR GAS, crap DJs did. After too many years spent running nightclubs, legal or otherwise, we'd always end up in the back room counting the reddies and stickin the rizzlas. Anything to avoid the DROSS that was being played outside.
But what could we do?
The punters were loving it and the cash kept flooding in, so we continued feeding the opium to the masses whilst using their hard earned reddies to build our own studio - a place to make the music that we want to hear and for any passengers that want to ride.
Get on the bus and come ride with us.
