It’s fair to say I’m bored of the 7 letter word that begins with d and ends with p. Bored of the word, bored of the hype, bored of the increasingly generic wubb wubb, bored of silly boys aggressively asking me ‘do you know about dubstep tho?’ as I queue up for FWD>> and further more, the bloke at the last DMZ who questioned my presence because apparently I seem too posh (which he retracted when I informed him that I’m from St.Reatham). Bored of the lingo (altho admittedly I’ve probably helped to grow the popularity of ‘SIK’ & ‘BASSFACE’) and most of all, bored of the bitchin, moaning, cliques, clothing obsessions, machoism, wannabee gangsters and general ego tripping that appears to be rife within the London sub bass community at the moment.
So after a few days of feeling sick about all this and ready to fuk off to brighton and leave you to decide whether you’re a discriminating cult member or simply someone that likes good music, it was a relief to come across this wicked documentary created at February’s DMZ meets Dubwar Downtown which has reminded me why I’ve been passionately shining my flash light on this sound for so long.
I just wish more producers would learn from the likes of Mala who has he points out in the film is staunchly against labelling music – and who himself has a beautifully open mind when it comes to the sounds he listens to and as a result, the sound he himself creates. Similarly, Joe and Pokes who emphasise that it really is about the music and not about what or who the guy or girl next to you is doing and wearing.