Everyone has a mate called Mark. Here is another one for your list. Tracey Elizabeth and her mate Mark Atherton bring you MY MATE MARK. Chilled out and simultaneously ultra-paranoid, they bring you laid-back beats coupled with post-millennial angst vocals that create the most tense pop records this side of Polly Harvey on ecstasy (lots of it). 2.001K technology with tinges of jazz, tribal beats and junk synthesisers make the calculations for the jump to sonic hyperspace.
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