That title is VALID: the English language takes another beating from my typing hands. More pertinently, it refers to my club - It Came From The Sea - which happens again this friday in Brighton. The informative facebook event page is here, and those of you within visiting distance shd note this will be the last in our current venue, and the only fix available to yr weeping ears until July, when we plan on savaging all and sundry (does ’sundry’ ever get used in any oter context?) like a demonstrative and aggrieved toy poodle.

Above: the supreme bass biz of Skepta’s ‘In A Corner’, which will be played (as will Wiley’s ‘Wearing My Rolex’, obviously.

Below: a charming stolen and inverted vid for Dananananaykroyd, also on the playlist along with Be Your Own Pet et al.

Lastly: asiiiide from Wiley’s monsterish number and maybe Metronomy’s more-right-than-wrong-but-not-thru-want-of-trying ‘My Heart Rate Rapid’ my favourite dancefloor record of the last few months is easily ‘Save’ by Kap Bambino.

It’s all in the mix - with the melody amped to swamp all below it, swelling to something like a cathedral organ - and the resultant reverent melancholy perfected by the lyrics which, ok, may be barked, but only to betray actual animal emotions. Affecting fragments i can make out: “Because I can do nothing… [Something something “diseased”] Because I love you / I would like to save you…I want to give you the forcefield…” (hmm…just listened again, and have horrible feeling ‘the forcefield’ may be my invention, which wd be sad - let’s pretend.)

Posted on Wednesday, May 7th, 2008by kicking_k