NOT IN STOCK
"This is the opening salvo in a long battle for the dancefloor, launched by the generals of battlecamp Warp. Having long held an iron grip over all things electronica they're now launching special dancefloor operations under the name 'Arcola', a name soon to be feared and respected by all purveyors of mediocrity. To stamp the word Arcola across the country's clubbing cognoscenti's cute curves they've unleashed some old dogs of war, but taught them new tricks. On the A side of this Trojan horse of a 12" booty bumping beats with all the squelch of the Somme provide the backdrop to the devastating delivery of Rakim as he places faith in the fact that he knows you've got soul. Turn over with care and what's in sight? Could it be that diminutive purple warrior Prince packing sticks of disco dynamite? He's uptown and everything's alright. This record is super limited to prevent it falling into the wrong hands. Make sure it's part of your weaponry."