The Gospel according to JACK. Chapter One. Verse 20.

The good book depicts Easter Thursday as the last time J dog got together with his nearest and dearest, to break bread, and partake in a few drinking games before things went a little west.

In true ameuteur theatric reconstructiuon we invite Scotlands finest to come down once again for all our sins.  

Some stories are still pulled out of the cookie jar years after the event they depict. Our previous encounters with Jackmaster have left such tales, like a tinsel covered bull in a china shop, under the red light, doing the rounds at countless after parties, it’s hard to shake the feeling of ‘I was there’. That one night stand still fresh on the senses of your memory. Small and intimate. Up close and personal. A rare sight for a DJ of this calibre.

Well we’re bringing back the old familiarity. Same Jack, new outfit, different location.

Whilst in the past one20 have brought you Motor City Drum Ensemble, Late Nite Tuff Guy, Detroit Swindle, Hammer, and Session Victim to name but a few. We now turn the shine from the disco ball firmly on JACKMASTER. At World Headquarters. Supported by none other than Elliot Adamson. This coming Easter Thursday.

Resurrecting the following day for Burgers and menders at Wylam.

Amen.