"Two punks, Three dj's and a laid back bass scientist meander through the 1990's
ears open to the ever changing audio that fills their soul spoilt city. Confused by
genres, pigeon holes and evolving formats they seek more than the local sound system
or night clubs can offer them.
"It's not as good as a gig though mate" the scruffy punk explains to a
dedicated dj one morning after a night of debauchery. "Ok, maybe" agrees the dj.
"But who wants to listen to a fucking lead guitarist when their out on a Saturday
night?". "It doesn't have to be that way though". The scruffy punk argues. "I'm
selling my drum kit, check this out" he reaches for a crumpled up copy of Future
Music magazine, scrambles through the pages for five minutes and finally arrives
at his destination. "Look, a real midi drum kit, one that finally works. As soon as
I can sell them old pots and pans, I'm getting it. I'm gonna make drum'n'bass,
real drum'n'bass, with real people and real instruments". And so he did.
Times changed, things rearranged, technology grew and our young punks craved.
One dj who secretly played the cello, discarded his antique for a new electronic one,
our bass scientist keenly awaited the first midi bass guitar. I quote, "That really fucking
works." Punk number two quickly invested in an electronic percussion device. Our dedicated dj
brought along some powerful synthesizers and it wasn't long before they bumped into a suitable
rapper spending his afternoons gibbering on street corners for shirt buttons. It was done.
The whole band was electronic. Not a hint of traditional band stuff in sight. Intrigued?
Listen to the result:" |
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