Jazz in any form of dance music has always flirted with the naffer end of the spectrum, coz lets face it, jazz is only cool when it's from the '60s and played by a tortured heroin junkie. Most recently this heinous crime against music hybridisation aka electro swing has done more than most to poison the watering hole. And here is where we find the 'Walter's Call EP', lapping at the water's edge, flirting dangerously with shiny, major key jazzy melodies and mucky bass music beats.
From the just-dropped 'BackPack Travels' LP — great to hear Buckshot on the mic again, who seems to actually have got angrier and sharper since the Black Moon days, and ace production from P-Money too. Tight and triffic.
Fucking fantastic, and to be honest it's about time that hip-hop addressed the important issue of toast and exactly how fucking ace it is. Now, I'm not gonna make some bold claim like 'Toast Jazz' is the greatest song ever about toast, cos we all know that Streetband's hit from '78 'Toast' is thee ultimate toast jam but mygod, Verb T comes damn close here, running down the options, repping for Marmite like a good 'un, a track that glories in both the simplicity and diversity that makes toast the common manna-from-Breville for early-morning kids, poverty-struck families and red-eyed late night stoners alike. No marg, butter please, triangles, not squares. Cheers.
I hate to be the guy that says it, but shit, it was pretty inevitable — considering the close quarters they share — that elements of grime and jungle would mix. It’s been permeating through the slow/fast Metalheadz indebted productions of people like Om Unit, Hyroglifics and Sam Binga, but Berlin’s She’s Drunk makes it feel more like the dulled bass pulses and compressed handclaps are twice as important as the classic drum breaks layered on top on ‘Talk To Them’.