DSS have build up a strong following on thee post-millennial underground rave circuit, playing clubs and squats from London to Italy every weekend. They’re a heavy duty proposition, taking the gnarlier end of drum + bass, throwing in a smidgeon of electro, an elegiac cello, then adding furiously spat lyrics. The subject matter, written before the events of this July, is bound to be controversial, but the song itself is a demolition derby of livid invigoration. (Beatmag.net)