http://www.myspace.com/sonnyjmusic

This elusive Liverpool turntablist, now living in a beach hut, has thrown together arcane American telephone conversations that could have been ripped off a parallel universe remake of Hi-Fidelity with big wobbly basslines, euphoric strings and giddy breakdowns all splattered with ten tonnes of soul. His hyperactive, DMC-goes-crate-digging-in-Oxfam interpretation of soul, that is. It’s a record where the highs are higher and the lows are gently, softly, lower..

So what else can we tell you about Mr Sonny J? He claims his real name is Sonnington James III. He loves Japanese weather reports, customising football kits (his latest is a red n yellow version of the 1981 Flamengo Adidas classic; the one Zico used to wear apparently!) and singing for his supper in the most unpromising seaside charity shops. His DJ sets sound like Doris Day kidnapped by Motorhead, all washed down with generous helpings of cut up future funk, nasty 80's power rock, spaced out b-boy nuggets and general dirty electronique madness..

“Can’t Stop Moving incorporates beaming psychedelia, junk shop beats and a northern soul vocal that suggests Betty Wright on helium, being baked under a lysergic sky.” – Observer Music Monthly