Greetings folks,
Hope you're all well and good. Nights are starting to draw in a bit here in Amsterdam, and although the temps are still on the warmer side, looks like our extended summer playout is finally coming to an end. Ah well. Just in time for gigging season to properly lift off...
"As Britain slips further into what appears to be an Alan Moore penned dystopia. I’ve chosen this from 2004, something that could only have come from Britain’s ever mutating multicultural urban culture. Because fuck the cynical adoption of re-heated Powellism by the current government to cover up their corruption and incompetence at their recent party conference, and fuck them. Obviously.
It is an example of a 21st century genre born of the urban sprawl stretching from Peckham, or Brixton southwards to places like Croydon and Bromley. From the time when it was just breaking out to a wider audience from a relatively small scene centered around things like a Croydon record shop, an East London club night, and pirate radio stations like Rinse FM. Back when it felt fresh and exciting to me at least. A genre in its experimental infancy. With melodies traversing through heavy bass like the N109 night bus’s languid passage through the rolling hills, and 1960s Brutalist tower blocks of South London. Where you can hear the musical influence of living in an area bustling with coexisting cultures, alongside the music genres that influenced, or birthed it.
The genre has since escaped the smokey torpor of South London, and became an annoyingly brash beast when it got big in the US. But at the risk of being one of those ‘real’ musical genre bores this is better. "
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