As someone who missed out on the Jungle sounds of 93-96 as they were happening, I’ve been kinda lucky to be able to experience a least a fraction of what the Jungle Rave was like via the references, mixes and sets that have been cropping up around me over the past few months.
This mix from
Kid Kameleon courtesy of
Gutterbreakz focuses not on the old school sounds but on new Ragga-Jungle, but still works as a prescription for those looking for a path to memory lane whilst keeping their feet firmly on the sounds and influences of now. Geographically, as Kid K says in the post, this relatively small but vibrant scene has no real home to speak of and instead travels from city to city allowing it to be picked up and shaped to suit the tastes of different groups and cultures, something which is very obvious in the mix.
Interestingly, as part of what is more than just a breakdown of Ragga Jungle, Kid K also explains the concept of ‘Outsider Artists,’ which he defines as being those who ‘musically draw on the sounds of a scene without being physically present,’ in this instance using Grime as an example, resulting in hours of thought about my opposite experiences and observations as an 'Insider Listener.'
As we Londoners ourselves know, Londoners are not particularly patriotic of the UK, or in fact London as a whole- choosing to express most love and pride towards the particular part of London that we feel most connection with. Whilst I have a huge appetite for the many weird and wonderful things that this country and indeed the whole world has to offer, as a born and bred South London, actual red hot passion for the UK doesn’t extend much further than the boroughs of
Lewisham (south east),
Lambeth and
Merton (south central and south west),
Croydon (south) where my musical preferences reside to aurally represent an environment and experiences familiar to me. (
Big Dada,
DMZ and
Inperspective to name just a few).
This love of familiar environments and home comforts whether manifested through the music we choose or the food we eat, if embodied in other cities could explain why
St George’s day celebrations are now pretty much null and void. So preoccupied are we with celebrating the particulars of our own particular compass point, that we simply haven’t got the time or inclination to even consider celebrating the island that the compass points are part of.
Musically, expression of pride for an exact location has always been a given. In UK terms, patriotism for the UK as whole is only really displayed in football songs and and in London terms, Grime MC’s probably have the easiest platform to express pride, at least in comparison to Dubstep which devoid of lyrics has to find other ways to show devotion to it’s home, usually through the titles of the tunes and art-work.
With this is mind, it seems to make sense that
Loefah and
Digital Mystikz, who have been based in South London for years have a tendency to play sets constructed purely of tracks by fellow South Londoners which naturally share similar vibes to their own, whilst
Kode9 who (although an honorary South Londoner), originally from Scotland, considers London and its sounds as one entity, reflected in his sets that mix up the sounds of many areas and reinforcing his feelings expressed in Blackdown's
Fusion Confusion post that ‘if you think they're separate strains - you're too close to them.’
This preoccupation that a Londoner holds for his or her particular area coupled with a need to narrate and celebrate the journeys experienced within it might also help to explain why East London’s Grime artists and South London’s Dubstep artists (with a few exceptions- notably South London’s
Plasticman) have remained pretty separate, making no attempt to share the overall ‘Grime’ category that everyone from
Rephlex to
Radio 1 has lumped both these sounds and their off shoots into.
Somewhat ironically, just as the two are finally becoming openly identified and accepted in the media as two separate but not completely unconnected entities (for example
Mary-Anne Hobb's recent Grime and Dubstep special), there's a scent of a merger of the two areas in the air, most recently noted by Blackdown in the same
fusion confusion post.
This prediction that things are set to merge might seem like no biggy, particularly as individually they too are hybrids of a merger gone before; but for two of London's biggest underground sounds- one of which is often criticised as growing too slowly and the other too fast, it is something that could either make or break either or both of them.
Recent reactions on dubplate.net to
Forward's>> forthcoming lineup are a good example of the uncomfortable feeling that unpredictability and change bring. As a result of seeing that a club night known predominantly for Southside’s Dubstep sounds is extending it’s hand to East London’s Grime, it’s all kicked off, whether they realise it or not with South moaning about East , East moaning about South and West moaning (or at least others on behalf of West) at everyone for leaving them out in the first place. Where North fits in to any of this, I don't know, so someone please shed some light.
Personally speaking, I can't make my mind up. On one hand I feel somewhat sadly that a merger will only speed up the inevitable journey away from the original source that every music scene appears to go through and on the other hand I feel happy knowing that the two music scenes will be able to borrow from each others strengths (as in Loefah's Lightz feat. Nasty Crew) thus giving them more momentum. In the same way that the 4 very different characters of the Wizard of Oz only got to their destination as a result of collaboration, they also worried that they'd never be able to return home, which in 21st-century-South-London-musical-me-terms will probably manifest in 10 years time when I'll be longing for the sounds of my home as I hear them now, in the same way that Jungle heads annoy DnB heads by pining for Jungle as they heard it 'back in the day.'
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Wooaaahhh is me, I have no real time to rant about all of these quite literally amazin' tunes that are due for release this summer, so for now, I'm just gonna give you the names and as usual, direct you towards El Presidente Youngsta at Blackmarket Records, Soho.
