The Musical Genius of Wize Edits and Knxwledge

About this time last year, I came across an old school grime video. It was on an Instagram page which uploaded underground Grime clips. This one however was different. I could see the watermark in the corner which clearly told me that it had been edited. I had seen the clip before but didn’t recognise the instrumental. The video was Skepta, Big H and JME in a booth at BBC radio 1 going bar for bar. The high calibre lyricism was still there yet the backing instrumental had been given a new life. Usually when you are watching these clips on YouTube you would find a recognisable instrumental that you would expect to hear from the 2000s era of Grime. This time however, the beat was bouncy and had you shaking your head like Jammer in the background of every grime video ever. I must have played the video back at least ten times, eager to find out who had created it.

It took some thinking of how I could shazam the clip but eventually I found the original creator, Wize edits. I scrolled through his various videos, finding he had rejigged classic after classic. The next edit that was an instant favourite was the Wiley and Skepta clip taken from the classic 10 minute long Risky Roadz video. Currently the video has been taken down but once again, Wize’s ability to match the original video’s energy with his instrumental choice was spot on. After spending almost an hour going through his selections, it was obvious that Wize was undoubtably elevating these already legendary clips. When it comes to Grime, especially its early 2000s era, touching the instrumentals was unthinkable, even sacrilege.

Apart from the MCs and their iconic bars, there is nothing more signature about the genre than its instrumental style. Yet, Wize a producer and MC himself, has managed to distinctly create a whole new energy with his edits. Living in an era where Drill and Afro beats has taken over the UK charts, it is easy to see how Wize has taken influence from the genres bounce and lively drum tracking. Whilst the classic grime feel had you bobbing your head, throwing up gun fingers and all the rest, Wize had you moving different. Breathing a new lease of life into these old tracks, it had me hearing bars differently. Take for example, Potter Payper’s edit where he says, “It’s me or them, so I’m tryin’ to JLS, make sure your heart don’t beat again”, a line that has stuck with me ever since. Had it not been for this laid-back instrumental and the way the track served as platform to elevate Potter’s writing, I would have never discovered or more importantly, stood out to me.

The same goes for the Ice Kid Westwood video. Here we have a minute and a half of pure vigour coming from then Grime-prodigy Ice Kid. I remember watching a video years ago of Ice and Chipmunk on a school day, spitting whilst the other sat on the street shutter post. These two kids were meant to be the up-and-coming Grime artists, it’s easy to see why. This grabbed the attention of Wiley himself which led to the infamous clip of the two displaying their talent at Westwood’s radio show. That being said, until his reappearance in 2014’s Red Bull Culture Clash, everyone including myself had forgotten about the kid. This was until Wize once again did his thing, reignited his soulful bars with his fiery instrumental. You can tell Ice is mature beyond his age with lines like, “stack dough so I can move to a next Island, I might move to Ireland, with my family, somewhere I don’t move from sirens”, aware of how his ambitions can help him escape an area that will hold him back. He was only 16 when he spat those bars on Westwood’s show so who knows what he could have gone to do.

Since first discovering Wize, his following has increased massively and deservingly so. He’s now working more on his own music and producing instrumentals for current day artists, all whilst finding the time to release the classic edited clips. I thought he was the only producer doing this type of thing until I came across Knxwledge’s Instagram story.

I had known of the American producer since his 2-hour long mixes with Earl Sweatshirt. One day he posted a story about how his Meek Mill edits had been copyrighted, speculating it was someone at the Meek’s label. He described his frustration because he loved these old Meek clips, the initial reason for his edits. Knowing I was a fan of old school clip revamps, I began a deep dive into works of Knxwledge. The first video I came across was whatuneed_ and whilst it was clear there was a distinct difference in sound, the essence was still the same.

Once again, we had a producer wanting to update the energy from an old video of his favourite artist. The music’s equivalent of updating a VHS or DVD into a Blu-ray copy. You want to mimic the feeling you had of when you first watched the clip; yet when you relisten to it, the audio sounds muddy due to the video’s age and the backing track lacks that punch. The soulfulness on whatuneed_ , similar to that of Wize’s Potter Payper edit, provides a great platter for Meek’s lyricism.

We must recognise that the producers do have an advantage in these cases. This whole style relies on a sense of hindsight and the understanding what these MC’s have gone on to achieve. Back when the video surfaced, the artist would have been a newcomer and was giving it their best to prove their talent. Therefore, these old beats served to boost the genre and were ground-breaking during that period; more-so in the case of the Grime clips. The power belonged to the instrumental, with the MC having to match the energy of the track. Wize and Knxwledge have to do the reverse of that, paying homage to the moment created by the MC. We as the audience, watch these videos of Skepta and Meek Mill with the understanding that they went on to do and are doing, something greater. There is not only a sense of nostalgia when we watch these videos back but a recognition that these early examples of their talent are more important now. The videos hold more weight because they are the first embers of a fire that is currently blazing.

Both Wize and Knxwledge as fans as well producers, recognise this too. They have the same task the MC/Rapper did back then, by paying respect to the other half of the track. Their instrumental must absorb the lyrical meanings and cadences during their performance, deciding how best to uplift their performance. It is comparable to how special effects teams spend months colourising old War footage, making it easier for the modern-day audience to connect with what they are experiencing. Through their skill, they remove the barrier that is time. Acknowledging the difficulty of pulling this off only garners more respect for both the producers. Both Wize and Knxwledge are, in my opinion, creating an almost new wave in the music industry. Their ability to breath new life into already classic moments is truly beautiful. I am undoubtably a fan of this new movement and judging by the traction they are receiving, so is the rest of the World.

Here another article worth checking out ranking the top 10 WIZE edits videos!

A week back in Manneh

Old habbits 
Old friends
grey clouds
a few drinks
neither here nor there
some new faces
but old feelings
a sense of want
a brave face
arriving at a destination
where the train is stood still
waiting for the opportuninty
to chug along the tracks
passing red brick buildings
that have stood complacent
for many a decade
this train was full of passengers
all eager to get back home
after being away
for what seemed to be like a lifetime.
wha would they return to?
a semblance of their old life
or a chance to start anew.
a smile greeted them
that had never left
an aura that maintained
during a winter
embers ready to be welcomed
by the fresh air that
swayed about the damp
concrete streets of manchester

birmingham new street station

a life of insignificance
a life of deadlines
and dead eyes
peering into their phone
waiting for some form of good news
a release of endorphins
that’ll curl their lip upwards
in an attempt to prove to others
that they are in fact human.
Their heads constantly facing downwards
as if waiting for the ground to swallow
them up.
Yet the ground stays still
like it always did
and seems to do these days
the most stable thing in their lives
seems to be inanimate
grey
and trodden on
yet they constantly shake around
in thought
hoping they land on one
happy idea
to carry them back home
from this artifically lit
underground train track.

The Beauty in Enduring Love’s Opening

I recently picked up several DVD’s from a charity shop for a pound each. One of these were Enduring Love (2004), a film I had never heard of before until the moment I picked it up. Seeing pre – Bond era Daniel Craig on the front cover, I was intrigued. That intrigue was further added to by the large Red Hot balloon on which normally signifies a family friendly element to the piece of art, yet with an R-rated 18 at the bottom corner, this could not be the case.

This film has without a doubt, one of the most edge of your seat openings I have experienced. Greeted by the peaceful English countryside, I relaxed into the warmth of my sofa. “Two people having a picknick” I thought, my body sunk even further into the soft cushions. Yet in less than two minutes, the entrance of our intriguing red hot air balloon decides to take centre stage, a sense of unease crashing along behind it. Gone were the extensive shots of landscape and the gentle pace of Joe (Daniel Craig’s character) trying to open up an expensive bottle of champagne. Now came a entourage of quick cuts, close ups and shaky handheld shots which undoubtably switched up the tone. A succession of characters we weren’t familiar with then come running into frame (literally), all trying to prevent this wrecking ball of a hot air balloon from taking flight. They successfully stop it moving till what seems like a godly presence in the form of a badly timed gust of winds sends the balloon soaring upwards again. It is at this point we as the audience expect the danger to continue, which it does, yet in a way which I did not expect.

Four men, one of which is main character Joe, hangs onto the four corners of the Air balloon basket, the Dad dangling off on the rope. The roaring fire of the Balloon quiets down and makes way for the score to kick softly ebb into the film. The heavy breathing of one of the men accompanies the violins and harps. We see Joe slowly hanging in the air, he wears the face of a man who has just discovered something. Lost in the moment, he gives into his sense of feeling brought on by the weightlessness of flight. He feels like he has just discovered a superpower, yet acknowledges the increasing sense of vulnerability, between himself and his fall. The Director’s powerful metaphor for love. Or what I can only imagine love to feel like.

The man who fell was not lost, yet so assured in his thoughts that given the choice, he would have never let go.

All four men eventually let go, falling to the floor with a heavy landing. They are safe. Grounded, they stand up, looking at the hot air balloon float further off into the distance. The farther of the boy clings on. His love for his son an unfamiliar feeling to the four men who watch from the ground. At first, I thought the reason they all stood still watching because they did not know how to help the situation. Upon further thought however, I realised I was wrong. The men, joined by Joe’s partner who comes back on screen, are lost in the beauty of what they are witnessing. They watch the unfaltering love between a farther and son. A love so pure that it leads to death. The Director choses to highlight the beauty of a man hanging onto the last seconds of his life rather than the overwhelming sense of fear that the audience is expected to experience. This narrative is owed largely to Jeremy Sam’s who composed the score and did an excellent job capturing the duality between sadness and beauty. The man who fell was not lost, yet so assured in his thoughts that given the choice, he would have never let go.

The films opening conjures up so many emotions within the space of five minutes that one simply cannot forget it. Whenever I look at a hot air balloon I will recognise the presence of beauty and danger, something which seems to be underappreciated in our everyday life.

I would very much encourage that you go watch this film. As of the time of this writing it is available to stream on Netflix.

Febuary Poetry: I Look Up

Far ahead

I look up

I constantly forget the

vastness of the landscape around me

so used to

the confined walls

of a stockroom

or the city scape

where man made

objects

cast shadows

or

keep you in a forever cycle

of want and distraction.

The air here is fresh

the sun here is striking

the plants here are emblematic

a green that implies

the soil is rich.

Not rich as in wealth

yet it can produce money

a yield providing a healthy sum

to allow for an addition to

your shelter

or a piece of clothing that

will undoubtably hold value for

many years to come.

I look up

And forget my surroundings

almost daily.

Each time I do so

my eyes try to absorb

the foreboding mountainside

without becoming

overwhelmed.

All around me

I am surrounded by stories

to be told

every insect or bird

the hero of their own

universe.

Who is worthy of telling

such a tale?

Who can comprehend the

Intricate relationships between

the people and the nature in which

they dwell?

Who can do such a landscape justice?

These are all questions

that require respectful consideration,

the answers of which shall befall

the person

that can relay the songs of the birds,

the buzzing of the insects,

the whispers of the village,

and the echoes of life

reflected within the colossal rocks

around me.

	

That little boy

What ever happened to that little boy?

The one who used to sit

on those set of swings

near almost every day.

The one that used to walk

around with that red balloon

making innocent remarks about

the world and the strange

looking people who inhabited it.

The one who dropped his ice cream

that sunny day in June

but did not shed a single tear

yet laughed so profoundly

that every adult around him either

stared in bewilderment

or laughed along with him.

The one who had a ladybird land on him

and set him off crying

but not out of fear

yet the beauty of such a tiny creature

and it place on this great green earth.

“Apparently he grew up”

“Oh no, don’t say that.”

Life of Sin

In this life full of sin

There is no one way

Journey

no one way road

that one can travel

especially alone.

If one does

they will soon realise

how futile their footsteps are

like any imprint or

work of art on sand

or even out of sand,

that is temporary.

It is temporary

A fleeting thought

A has-been.

Someone who looks at the sky

and scrunches their face

at the clouds formations.

They will pass almost

as quickly

as you

so make sure your companions

on this equally as fraught road

are as aware as you.

Perhaps show them

these set of lines

in hopes that it’ll

have a profound effect

on them

as it did to the person

who pieced these words

together in order

to form a semblance of

thought.

An idea that did

not guarantee the

“success”

of the person who wrote

this

yet gave them a fighting chance.

In this life of Sin

there is no set path

so make sure your thoughts

are as Sturdy as

the rocks you place your feet on.

Because when they sink

so does your head

the vessel that kept

your thoughts

afloat.

An Uncoloured World

The colouring pencil in his hand

looked new.

The colour didn’t matter.

He lay there

figuring out which part of the Globe

to paint next.

He scratched his head

He had to be sure

Whatever he filled in the next needed to be right

The right portion of the world

himself

another culture

another hobby

he wanted to understand

to learn

to discover

because that is life

at least his life

One that was currently in need

of a new pencil

and not a new holder

a common misunderstanding

but a drastic one.

Afterall

he was the only one who

could hold the pencil.

Otherwise he would never

recognise the world he had coloured.

Trapped Outside a Water Well

I have a lot

of love

to show this world

and the various

moving pieces

that Crawl its surface

but sometimes I can’t

tap into it

Staring into a Well

that I know

that I can see

is full of water

but I cannot access it.

My mind simply does not

want me to

and neither does my body.

I reach a hand out

only to watch my fingers

pass through it

droplets  trickling off my

once dry fingers

with only the occasional

spec of water to prove

the Wells existence.

I look down in dismay

only for someone

to tap me on the shoulder

a friendly face

a warm smile

and what seems like a

spec of hope

more abstract that

than the droplets that

ran off my hand earlier

yet so much more tangible.

A warmth so present

I can feel it against my skin.

A future of feelings

made possible once again.

: thoughts on footwear and fleeting poems