Oldskool prayer

[deathboy]

Our Selecta,
who art in Kentish Town,
Adamski be thy name.

Thy festival come,
thy set be done,
In the North as it is in London

Give us this day our filthy bass.
And forgive us our chart music
as we forgive those who sample our bredren.

Lead us not into mainstream,
and deliver us from cliché.

For thine is the warehouse,
the classic and the rewind.
for ever and ever,
ANTHEM