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The Bug: London Zoo

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You may not know that my involvement in this brand new publication stretches back months, encompassing many clandestine meetings cleverly disguised to look like I was casually sharing a few (several) beers/coffees with friends at popular Norfolk watering holes. Anyway, I have several music reviews that I composed over the previous autumn and saved just for this site. I will be sprinkling them in here from here on out until I catch up with the new. Just a word of warning and a request not to bombard the comments with “that is so old, how could a record released in October of 2008 possibly be relevant to me now even if it is amazing and I have not heard it yet?” My only promise is this: I will not post on anything I don’t still think is well worth listening to and discussing. Fair?

The Bug London Zoo
(Ninja Tune)

London Zoo is a pulverizing work from the jump, an aptly named number called “Angry”. The album is littered with one word titles with the same impact and focus. “Skene” (weapon). “Insane”. “Fuckaz” (fuckers). “Warning”. “Judgement”. Palpable dread alternates with righteous fury in passages that are physically impossible to ignore. The Bug is Kevin Martin, a longtime dabbler on the more abrasive fronts of British electronic music, best known as half of Techno Animal. His projects are notable for their uncommon coherence and lack of compomise. As a producer, he’s all over the place, but always present (and noisy). Martin was an early proponent of the dubstep scene, and London Zoo may be a high water mark of this moody, bass driven genre. The precision with which the musical violence here is delegated, however, lean harder on the pure dancehall influence of the last Bug album, 2003’s Pressure. While that work was a classic of full body dancefloor assault, on London Zoo Martin is much more expressive with his toolbox. A handpicked assortment of guest vocalists complete the crushing gravity, bringing forth the best aspects of the British Jamaican heritage to rail lyrics/sermons from what sounds like hell itself. Enraged, sinister, and clinically earth shattering, London Zoo is a terrifying (if club-ready) dispatch from a wicked world that cannot accept apathy and demands change.

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  • Jerome Spencer | January 23, 09 @ 1:06 am

    Oh, is this how you’re sneaking this stuff into the public consciousness? You’re a clever one, Mr. Booker. I’m just going to co-sign this record. I checked it out after you recommended it waaaaay back then and I am thoroughly impressed. But club-ready? You frequent different clubs than I, obviously.

  • George Booker | January 23, 09 @ 2:46 am

    You can usually assume I’m talking about an imaginary club in my head. You know I don’t frequent any actual clubs. There aren’t an awful lot that I infrequent, either.

  • Jerome Spencer | January 23, 09 @ 11:03 am

    I talked to this girl that went to the club in your head once. Apparently, you were rocking a $500 outfit.

  • Jerome Spencer | January 23, 09 @ 11:04 am

    …and you kept playing The Knife over and over.

  • George Booker | January 23, 09 @ 11:21 am

    Yeah, that’s why the club in my head is called “Marble House”. When its closed, we go to “Paisley Bar”, an after hours dive in my head that only plays album cuts and b-sides from Prince.

  • Jerome Spencer | January 23, 09 @ 11:37 am

    Such unexpected genius… Norfolk should have a “Paisley Bar”. Screw this writing gig, Booker T, we’re getting in the club business.

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George Booker is writing this about himself in the third person. He was considering second person, maybe making this the "Bright Lights, Big City" of bios. He was looking into casting Micheal J. Fox in the forthcoming film adaptation, as the disabled actor would likely portray him with ample charm, sympathy, and fifty-something boyish handsomeness. Recently, however, Booker has realized that only Anne Hathaway or Chiwetel Ejiofor could really capture his essence. Late 20s, Norfolk raised music writer. Former DJ and production head for WVFS Tallahassee, former staff clerk at defunct Norfolk music stores DJ's and Relative Theory. Current Film Editor and Contributor to No Ripcord Magazine, contributed blurbs to Link and Port Folio Magazine.
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