born in the screaming division of space and time, club music is the descendent of the Big Bang, throwing our spiralling code into atomic pulse lust from the days of skin stretched drums, sticky dancers wildly coated in campfire, stabbing and revolving in the pounding air.
club music leads us back, crushing and compressing our measured flailings against an overpowering system of divisions of divisions, our nature as ticking, counting brains is reduced under that boom_slap of club music into primordial stretching, our bodies eating away at space, carving away across the subs and the snares, reaching over and across them to try and strangle that first/next beat, to grab time and stomp on it, or to skip lightly like fire on its swerving veins.

in yr selector’s preferred ghetto genres this is the essence; a revolt against time, against that shitty clock and that skittering calendar, subverting the grind by bass dictation. today we get our time defying hero in YOUNG CREAM, a juked out duo coming wild out the chi. wielding their spastic, insistent rhythms in one hand, the scalps of ancient samples still dripping in the other, the power of juke obeys these kids, battering and rewinding these slayed snippets over its messy booming frame, pushing out the walls of the club until we are left grinding on some starry plain, holding fire and chasing smoke. and that’s that young cream f’yah .  .  .

YOUNG CREAM:ANGLE JUKE

YOUNG CREAM:FLUTE

Tags: juke, watch dem, young cream

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