Like it
or loath it, but UK garage is here to stay. Very much a London thing, UK
garage has up to now been dominated by the likes of The Artful Dodger,
Craig David and Mis-Teeq. More recently, So Solid Crew have provided a
more urban version of the genre, but their gangsta approach, copied on
the hard attitude of the East Coast rappers, has considerably ghettoised
their music. Comes twenty two year old Brummie Mike Skinner with The Streets.
With sharp rhymes, tongue-in-cheek lyrics and impressive arrangements,
Original Pirate Material defines a whole new dimension in urban
music.
Mike Skinner spent most
of his formative years listening to his big brother’s hip hop records,
mostly De La Soul and the Beastie Boys, and later on developing an interest
for indie music and club culture. During the same time, he started composing
on a computer and experimenting with samplers and keyboards, formed a handful
of bands, played numerous gigs around Birmingham, turned his bedroom at
his parents’ into a small recording studio and opened his door to local
MCs. After a break from normality spent backpacking in Australia, Skinner
returned to Birmingham and started drafting what would become The Streets.
Regarded as an intruder by the London scene, Skinner presents a radically
different vision of urban music. If garage beats are part of the musical
structures, Skinner doesn’t restrict himself, using elements of hip hop,
soul and ska to convey his message. The lyrics too are different. If the
rhymes are incisive, he ditches the traditional hard attitude to talk freely
about booze-fuelled nights, girls, clubs and drugs. The cinematic sound
of the opening track, the beautiful Turn The Page, introduces this
album in the best possible. If you’re looking for pure garage, then pass
your way. Here, Skinner puts down his rhymes on layers of impressive string
work over a straight beat, creating a similar anachronism as Hybrid and
their symphonic trance sound. Similar atmospheres can be found on the heavy
duty Same Old Thing or the more delicate It’s Too Late, vaguely
reminiscent of Massive Attack’s Unfinished Sympathy.
On Let’s Push Things Forward, Skinner looks toward the Specials
more than So Solid Crew, digging out a clean ska mood to distance himself
from the commercial side of urban music: “I make bangers not anthems, leave
that to the Artful Dodger”. Who Got The Funk? does just what it
says on the tin. The street poet turns to fonk a la James Brown and the
Birmingham geezers swing and shake for two and a half minutes. Skinner
likes words as much as music. His lyrics are almost faultless, carving
intense feelings into his compositions, at times using humorous scenarios
to present bare true facts, as in The Irony Of It All, an imaginary
confrontation of your everyday law abiding citizen who gets smashed on
beers at the weekend and looks for gratuitous violence and your little
criminalised weeded up down to earth guy who spend his night smoking and
days sleeping. A not so innocent take on life.
Already a strong contender
for end of the year accolades, Original Pirate Material has all
of a landmark album. With its impressive sound and clever songs, this record
sounds like nothing else around. Unlikely to attract the UK garage purist,
The Streets should appeal to nearly everyone else.
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