Mr B - Little Acid People

A needly electro house march, bearing the scratch solo from Sonz of a Loop da Loop Era, ragga chatter asking whether you remember Hackney Hardcore’s Dancehall Dangerous, and matched by rave chords a-glow-go on the breakdowns and build-ups. B’s previous Serious showed that the man knows his old skool onions, and though this one’s on the simplified side (the synths get stretched out to flare here and there, and it’s acid only in title), and may even be a late jumper on the electro-house boat, one raver’s basics is another’s instant, gurn-ready grab. It will definitely get a good cueing from those still getting off on the spikiness of such electro stepping, like someone who enjoys the scratchy addictiveness of a tattoo parlour.
Peo de Pitte’s grungy synth maraud, chewing up the asphalt on your avenue in a kind of vicious hopscotch, is a salivating monster yelling to breaks pedestrians ‘move it or lose it’. ‘Move it AND lose it’ is just as an effective directive, from the moment it enters from a gaping hole in the ground, after the smoke has cleared and it has started its pirouettes of death with clanks of dub panel-beating. Whisper it quietly, but there’s also quite a breezy edge in the midst that prevents it from trampling indiscriminately.

Dubstep rev and gravel from the impossibly appropriate name of Cragga pebble-dashes mellow run ups with juddering high-low combinations. Quite a carefully considered composition, not spraying dub rust all over the place when knowing keeping a thoughtful element will do no harm to bass helixes paired with bongos played in time to a palm tree’s sway. Built like an outhouse, but the aggression is well managed.