The Skull emerged onto the foggy streets of London and during a period of directional contemplation one day stumbled upon a copy of The Prodigy, No Good (Start The Dance). At full volume the Skull found his toes tapping and hips swinging as a strange euphoria ensued... Perplexed by this strange feeling, a passing doctor (who was more concerned that there was no skin around his head...) informed him that this was an infection called DANCE and there was NO cure.. With this news still ringing in his ears the Skull suddenly noticed for the first time that the bright sun was emerging from the darkness across the city. The decision was made... As this was now at the core of his soul, the Skull made it a mission to share in all its forms this same feeling with the world. Please turn it up, share with friends and enjoy this infection.... The Skull requests your enlightened presence at the dance.
