Friday, June 17, 2005

 
Big Tings

OK, it's that time of the month again: Heatwave at The Rhythm Factory in Whitechapel, East London (nearest tube Aldgate East). It's a stellar line up tonight, because I'm playing, of course (which will hopefully make up for the brief hiatus in MP3 action while my laptop is in the repair shop), but DJ C and Aaron Spectre are pretty amazing, too. I had the pleasure of playing with C and Ripley at Subtonic in New York a while ago and they both rocked, so the whole Mashit crew have my personal endorsement. I'm kicking off the main room for a couple of hours where I'll play a crunked up, hip-hop-based ragga and reggaeton set, then a rough-arsed ghetto bashment section in the back room. Come down, it's only a fiver and I may even buy you a drink. Here's the flyer. My name's the only one not picked out in white, so I think that must mean I'm like super-important, or something...




PS - Friends who are coming, email me coz I have a very limited guesties and need to use them wisely.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

 
King Of The Candy Shop



Beenie Man won't cosy up to J-FLAG any time soon and lest his girl get any ideas "she fi know di sex limits stop at sixty eight". The past couple of years' worth of records have managed to get these points across pretty clearly and it's high time he turned his lyrical attentions elsewhere; after all he's better than that. Still, despite all ethical reservations, you can't deny his staying power and continued ability to strike pure pop gold—suppose that's why he did have a case when he proclaimed himself King Of The Dancehall a few months back. Check this blend, over the instrumental of Fiddy's Candy Shop. It's sweet.

King Of The Dancehall (Candy Shop Edit) - Beenie Man

Sunday, June 05, 2005

 
I'm Not Going To Pretend I Know What The Hell I'm Talking About...



The only things I can say for sure about kwaito are that it sounds like slow Afrocentric house music, that it's become the default street sound of post-apartheid urban South Africa and that I really love these two tracks. All Stars' "Kwasa Kwasa" is an effervescently pop dance-instruction number with a totally butt-shaking chorus. If it's a-whoopin'-and-a-hollerin', global-yob* berserktitude you're after, though, look no further than "Roba Letheka" by Ishmael, who sounds like he should be Cape Town or Johannesburg's answer to Fatman Scoop. Anyway, here you go...

Kwasa Kwasa - All Stars

Roba Letheka - Ishmael

* Sorry but I way prefer this term to "shanty house"; it's less redolent of slumming, more evocative of solidarity, empowerment, unruliness and good old insubordinate hedonism.