Books

Before turning to fiction, Mick Beatle spent years deep inside Manchester’s underground techno circuit — the kind of places where the walls sweat, the lights strobe like a warning, and the acid lines snarl back at you. His dark, driven sets earned him a reputation for pushing the room to its limits and refusing to play anything safe. That world — its shadows, its misfits, its unspoken codes — bleeds straight into his writing, giving his stories their pulse, their edge, and their don’t‑look‑away honesty. He mixes meticulous research with the raw texture of lived nights, channelling the same restless energy that shaped his years behind the decks.