And so: the Dance-Off Soundsystem was born; ready to fight the evil in the World, righting wrongs wherever they roam, saying whatever comes into their heads, willing to do things and people that others won’t do, making you laugh so much that you might just puke a limb, promising to learn to rap but never getting round to it, playing music so profound that it would have made Mozart smash up his piano and take up garden bowls, discovering new planetary systems, embarrassing foreign diplomats with their astounding knowledge of global-economical politics and superior costume changes, pushing anyone better looking than them over in the street, pretending to ignore the haters than crying secretly into their diaries later, pushing the boundaries of acceptability and generally acting as distastefully as they possibly can. You, are, welcome.
