Son Raw was doing this when you were in a diaper-per. When it comes to Wiley, who the hell knows? It’s fitting for a genre as weird and self-destructive as Grime that its Godfather and head cheerleader come off as a cross between Nas, Lil Wayne, Lee Perry and The Neptunes and Wiley’s evasiveness and […]

Son Raw would like to invite the producers of the following tunes to send him promotional copies. Dubplates. Originally a term referring to the actual physical acetates of unreleased material cut by Jamaican sound system DJs seeking an edge over their competitors, the meaning of the word had shifted in the digital era to mean […]

Son Raw is electric sliding to this one. “But is it Grime?” That question seems to be popping up with increasing frequency as the London based mutation of Garage and Hip-Hop nears its 10 year milestone. Whether it’s the rise of “road rap” explicitly rejecting dance music as a reference point or major label pop […]

Son Raw wrote a think-piece and killed three releases in one review. I don’t like writing about music as if it were fashion. Some people may find it to be a useful parallel but reducing the meaning of music to the same base level as the endless commercial cycles clothing manufacturers use to hawk their […]

Son Raw thinks this song could use a better title, but what’cha gonna do. Dubstep no longer wobbles, it pummels the listener with a sheer wall of morphing subfrequencies heavy enough to split the atom and modify the listener’s molecular structure. Or maybe that’s the drugs, or the plot of a summer blockbuster – either […]

Son Raw will be opening for Lunice at the July 29th edition of Piknic Electronik. There’s an odd link between Glasgow and Montreal. Perhaps it’s our shared distaste of British rule or our love of fattening foods but Scottish label Lucky Me has found a rich vein in signing Montreal musicians from Jacques Green to Ango […]

Son Raw is going to be spinning LIVE on Nasty.FM with Habit & Pivot from 7-9PM EST. Fun fact, the first record I ever owned as a kid was an Alvin & The Chipmunks compilation of 80s hits: think “Uptown Girl” as sung by squeaky-voiced rodents. My favorite track on the LP was a brittle, […]

Son Raw gun dem bust. Stasis is the enemy when it comes to Urban music, particularly on the dance floor. You don’t want to be caught dead rocking last year’s riddim, which can sometimes cause problems when the way forward isn’t as clear as it should be. Having pushed half-step’s torpor and darkness to the […]

Son Raw is the dream within the dream within the potential Inception sequel. No, I haven’t abandoned beats and bass lines for the sensitive sounds of the singer songwriter. Despite a name befitting a James Blake successor alongside a baby face and EP title to match, Joss Ryan provides the latest incarnation of the UK’s […]

Son Raw has extraordinary swag. Because rapping in front of the Eifel Tower is the new rapping in the hood. Also, because rap videos are so much better when they’re not safe for work. I last wrote about Rocky’s lead single in the pressure cooker constraints of the we-got-it-first blogosphere pressure cooker but repeated listens […]