Dornrade

Since his emergence onto the scene back in 1504, Dornrade has had little impact. In a world full of moulds and pigeon holes Dornrade has broken neither but spent the night in one. Sticking tightly to a broken beat and sub bass line he strives to push his music into the faces of others. In the words of the great Goldie "Dornrade can only be stopped by the offering of a cheese salad sandwhich" With a bright future ahead of him, what with the nuclear war and things, Dornrade continues to forge new sounds in his studio, overcompress them, and ruin them. 1998 he disgraced the scene after being found guilty of possessing a rock-cock in a cave-rave. Never mind the fact that his name relates to a police Dawn raid in which both his Mother and dog were forced to inject carrot juice into his sister. Set course for 176bpm. He's back. Engage