September 21, 2004
Gone.
How does it go? Baong baong, Tchack Tchak, baong baong, Tchack Tchak, baong baong. Umpber de de de de, umpber de de de de, umper de de de de. Or as Silver Dollar remarked the other day: "BONNNG! A clapclap clap BONNNG!"
I must say, as a chronic record collector, the current climate with regards to Grime is completely different to how it's been over the past decade. You used to be able to saunter into the second hand stores and pick up tunes from the past year or so that had been either discarded by DJs with only so much room in their boxes, or had been cast aside as unloved promos by music biz ingrates. Nowadays? Forget it. FORGET IT! Recently people have remarked to me: "Oh I have to have that tune on that CD of yours!" Well, I'm sorry but that music has gone. Forever. A victim of the tiny circulation of white labels and almost certainly of mp3s.
I was *so* delighted to pick up a copy of this brittle, jack-knifing, crudely-pressed dubplate. But nowadays the secondhand Garage bin is full of little else but major-label sorties on promo (coughs, Shystie) and old Locked On releases.
Posted by Woebot at September 21, 2004 09:40 PM