Son Raw bus up di dance Did somebody say Dancehall revival? In truth, Jamaica’s musical exports never went away but Bashment is a style that thrives on creative destruction: every decade the whole style switches up, old heads complain and then a few years later everybody rediscovers it. Popcaan and Vybz Cartel are as different […]

Son Raw is the ghost of Garage’s future. I was going to tune in to Dusk and Blackdown’s monthly Rinse show live last Sunday, but good weather and a picnic opportunity got in the way. They’re English, I’m sure they’ll understand the appeal of an honest to goodness sunny day. Besides, this is the podcast […]

Son Raw doesn’t need no stinkin’ late pass. The first rule of reblogging/curating/whatever is to disregard anything over a day old, but I’ll make an exception for this mix the Young Echo collective made for Fact Magazine a few weeks ago. To misquote ODB: I’m not saying you missed it, but if you missed it, […]

Son Raw: does whatever a spider can. Slackk: Eskimo enthusiast, purveyor of thickly accented radio chatter, arachnophile. I’ve already said my piece regarding the music he’s been playing on Rinse, but he’s recorded another session so I’m compelled to repeat myself: these beats are great and you can download two hours of music for free. […]

Son Raw is the new Shabba. First up, I’m not going to concentrate on what doesn’t work on Yeezus. There’s plenty of arguments against this album, and based on the comments so far, I’m sure you guys will happily point them out and/or get pissed off at me for even suggesting it’s any good. But […]

Son Raw bumps jams like this before breakfast. I have just been informed that DJ Rashad, in fact, gives no fucks. This goes against previous counts that placed the number of fucks given as slightly higher than zero, so we should all breathe a sigh of relief now that this egregious error has been corrected. […]

Son Raw is cold just listening to this There’s a frigid current flowing through Grime’s veins circa 2013. Maybe it’s a reaction to the (admittedly awesome) dayglo futurism of the Butterz camp, but it feels like every day there’s a new release celebrating the lo-fi weirdness of the genre by splicing its genetics with Industrial […]

Son Raw is reminded of Michael Bolton, pre Lonely Island ironic comeback. I was going to go in on Disclosure’s new album but frankly I can’t even muster up the hatred to tear this thing apart. In truth, it’s far from a train wreck and I’m not sure if any of these tracks could even […]

Son Raw will abide no cursing and foul language. A genre’s vitality can be measured by how fast and how often it’s willing to reinvent itself. When movements and musical signifiers linger too long or worse, refuse to change altogether, things get boring but when the music evolves so quickly that multiple strains and ideas […]

Son Raw is jetlagged. Do not adjust your monitors – I’m actually posting on Passion of the Weiss again, much to the chagrin of those who hate Grime music and to the joy and/or slight interest of those who do. Having spent the past three months abroad with little to no access to new music, […]