I first heard the half-recorded ‘Meltdown’ a few biscuits and minutes before ‘giving it a shot’ at recording a part… I’d just met Obaro (Ghostpoet) and recording team a few minutes before that, and not long before that I’d been hurtling along on a train, bespectacled and flustered, en route to a London gig of my own, no idea of the imminent and surprise change in plans…
To say, then, that on hearing the music and Obar’s mumbled guide vocals, my throat prickled instantly and my eyes filled up with tears, I hope that can give some impression of how profoundly it hit me. That is quite a feat, in my mind. Thump. Cut through everything- here is something raw and painful and beautiful. I wanted to try and convey that feeling that had been transmitted to me; to do it justice…
The snippets of other tracks I got to hear before rushing off again, were equally potent. They’ve left a lingering mark.
The Quietus reviewed the album today, and it’s an incredible and astute appraisal. I had a little cry again reading this. It’s a album for supping deeply from. Go and do it. It’s a murky beauty. xx