I should have called this one Big Bottom – but that might have sounded rude. Still, the sounds sure are…
The doctor is calling, and he’s not in.
Like years of sucking on a pesticide-infused sack of mushrooms. Get funky now.
A hot day passed, setting sun and baking pavement. The last few sips of a beer, and a sense of fading wakefulness. The thin sounds of a radio program coming from a neighbour’s garden and an old movie wafting out of a window somewhere. Add some bass, and some bounce, and you’re in the nether region between day and night. Here is your soundtrack.
The rest of the records I picked up in London this July; some a bit bouncy, some a bit dark, some a bit crazy as fuck.
Deep, dark, evil rumbling dubstep.
Playing with tempo, time signatures and brain cells…
The mythical journey across the river Styx, reinterpreted via Bassmusic & Techno
There Chairon stands, who rules the dreary coast –
A sordid god: down from his hairy chin
A length of beard descends, uncombed, unclean;
His eyes, like hollow furnaces on fire;
A girdle, foul with grease, binds his obscene attire.
Virgil – The Aeneid
StylusNation Soundclash – the Dub Monk ups the ante with another edition of dub-focused bass tunes.