Did used to like Carl Cox back in the day, he was the first ‘Superstar DJ’ I ever saw, when I was 16 we all got into The World in Warrington on fake IDs for an utterly unlikely sounding night where he and the Chemical Brothers played.

My first intro to ‘proper clubbing’ and within a year we were doing minibus trips to Cream organised in our sixth form common room.

Even though he’s actually kind of shit apart from having the odd house or techno blinder in his bag, you still remember your first time with fond memories.

    My mate mentioned this the other week. I bet it’ll be rammo.

    Don’t mind Coxy’s brand of jovial techno I must say.

    “So when I made the new album, I put all this equipment together and I just went, ‘sod it.’ This is where I’m at right now, bang, 132 BPM, let’s go.”

    132bpm? Wooaah, be careful lads!!

      bosstrabs Even though he’s actually kind of shit apart from having the odd house or techno blinder in his bag, you still remember your first time with fond memories.

      Yes he is actually kind of shit, which is why I’ve never seen him.

          I watched this clip of him recently and felt like he came across like someone who would really stuggle taking a driving theory test, or grasp basic physics, bless him

            hugopal Yes he is actually kind of shit, which is why I’ve never seen him.

            The thing is Hugo, you’re probably about 30, which is why you can afford to be grimly snotty about everything.

            However, in the 90s, surrounded by fake Ralph Lauren shirt wearing Mr Smiths’ bellends and the shit indie remnants of Britpop (Cast, Ocean Colour Scene, The Stereophonics) and their lagered up Adidas Samba crowd, when Carl Cox rocked up to your town playing house records it was a fairly special thing.

                Idea for new JC show: Coxy’s Coaching Programme: We teach Carl how to do things in real life away from the old ones and twos. Episode one: Buying shopping from his local Tesco Supermarket.

                bosstrabs when Carl Cox rocked up to your town playing house records it was a fairly special thing

                I grew up in London, so I guess it’s more that I was fortunate enough to be able to just head to The End and Fabric straight away.

                  The last time I made the mistake of watching Cox he was shouting into a microphone ‘scream if you want to go faster’ at Space closing party before playing some horrific remix of De’lacy - Hideaway.

                    Have seen Coxy twice. Both times he was at a festival, so it doesn’t really count, but anyways… The one time he played some NJ House style remix of Message in A Bottle. He kept cutting the volume during the “SOS” part of the vocal and yelling “Yes Oh Yes!” over the mic. The place was beyond dialed in. Remember thinking “this fucking sucks”. The crowd was at least 50% women of a certain age who all looked like they opted to be yoga teachers instead of librarians. The other time I saw him he played Hows Your Evening So Far, which was nice. Seems like a decent dude too. Still, I shant ever be darkening a tent or club door if his name is on the flyer ever again.

                    My brother went Creamfields in Chelmsford the other week….Carl Cox was about the only decent DJ on the Saturday. Prob the only one I could recommend. Proper horror show.

                    No prog!

                    Carl Cox attracts a real smorgasbord of ne’erdowells and street rats to his nights. S to the werve

                    It can also be very difficult to find a quiet spot to talk about mortgage increments.