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Grime Kids – A Book Review

Reading out in Peru

I finished this book in 3 days which is a rare occasion for me. It was a breeze to read through. My main commendation towards DJ Target, the author of the book, is what a memory. Most of the people I meet these days say they have trouble with their memories, for one reason or another. I was surprised because often these stories get lost or convoluted by the whirlwind of fame and success. As Wretch 32 said during his recent feature on the Diary of A CEO Podcast, “You just get taken by this Train and you keep moving”. I might be paraphrasing a little but that was the main sentiment. However, in this case Target does not forget the intricacies of the moments that carried him to where he is today. From his childhood spent hanging out in Bow with Wiley, to him and the Roll Deep Crew getting number 1 in the UK charts with “Good Time”, we’re taken on a wonderful journey spanning over a decade.

Having watched numerous documentaries and knowing that Grime was birthed out of the Garage and Jungle movement, I still had a lot of unanswered questions. This book finally painted the full picture for me, with Target himself traversing through the different genres first hand. He was there interning at the studio where Goldie was taking the jungle scene by storm, taking cash out for him with his card. He was there when Wiley was packing up thousands of dubplates in his car trying to sell them to Record shops in London. He was out there in Greece doing shows when Pay As You Go were in their prime. He was about during all these important, genre establishing moments.

“This book finally painted the full picture for me, with Target himself traversing through the different genres first hand.”

One of main selling points, as the book cover gives away, is the feature of Wiley within most of these stories. With him being the Godfather of Grime, I was eager to know more about his early days. I had watched his “Day in the Life” video on YouTube, as well as his various beefs and infamous Lord of the Mics battle versus Kano, yet once again there were a lot of unanswered questions for me. This book helped me establish how pivotal his role was in not only Grime, but British music in general. It also taught me was how close Wiley and Dizzee were back in the earlier stages before things between them went sour. There are little nuggets throughout, such as the story about Dizzee going to Target’s house to buy his old Jungle Records. This is what makes Grime Kids such a worthwhile read.

Another section of the book I truly enjoyed was the entrepreneurial side of Target’s acquiring and selling of dubplates. The consistent hustler mindset that he displayed when selling his records is one that is not only commendable but very motivating. The tales of gaining insider knowledge to purchase pre-release dubs from the different record shops in London had me feeling very nostalgic as it reminded me of when I’d visit record shops with my dad. Granted, I was young so I definitely wasn’t there trying to buy dubplates or sell my mixtapes, yet I distinctly remember each shop having its own tangible feel. I will never forget staring at this Poster on the wall at my local Record Shop. It was Eminem during his full bleach blonde look, holding up his middle finger at whoever was looking at the poster. It felt so personal, yet he had no idea I even existed. What a bad guy.  It’s like the stories told by ‘OG Sneaker Heads’, where they would phone up shops and Nike outlets back in the day to purchase shoes over the phone. This bygone era of being in-the-know and physical relationships with store owners is one that I regrettably missed yet could feel through Target’s storytelling.

Whilst there were parts of the book where I would have liked him to delve deeper, such as the Dizzee Rascal’s altercation out in Cyprus, he chooses the more respectful route and doesn’t wish to speak on behalf of his friend’s. In a way, not knowing this information is what grounds us as the reader, creating a sobering boundary between us and the complicated lives lived by these artists. However, this being said, he rarely does avoid the topic matter.

I’m glad Target chose to write the book himself because you can truly feel the authenticity of the stories shine through. Whilst he has worked in radio for numerous years, the ability to tell a story through pen and paper is a completely different skill. What is clear through this autobiography is how DJ Target remains grounded, his love for music keeping him focused. It helps that he never had the attention of the full spotlight on him, playing that Iniesta figure, understanding the beauty of playing a team role.

Reflecting On The London Olympic Games 10 Year Anniversary

I recently stumbled upon Simon Wheatley’s website http://www.dontcallmeurban.com . I’ve seen a lot of his work circulating Instagram over the years via the form of mood boards. The picture of Skepta in a fluffy hat leaning against the wall in a local chicken shop and Kano in a white suit looking like Tony Montana would often crop up on my feed. When I found his actual website which was there to show off his portfolio, I was happily suprised by some videos I had never been before. The video of above is a hidden gem, probably not as easily discoverable as it was published on Vimeo as oppposed to the more popular YouTube. The video follows Grime MC Chronik and friends discussing the gentrification of Stratford in London during the follow up to the 2012 Olympics. With the anniversary of the London Games coming up I think it’s an insightful watch into how it affected local communities, a narrative we don’t often hear about.

Check out this article on MC Chronik from 2011!

Top Boy Season 4 Review

This season of Top Boy seemed to pop out of nowhere. One second, I noticed some YouTube related content pop up and next thing you know, I had friends asking what I thought of the season. “What Season?” I replied.

Another step, another move in the right direction from the Top Boy cast. I ended up binging the season within the space of two days. A common thing for a lot of Netflix users, but something that has been a lot less common for me as of late. Either way I ended up finishing the eight-part series as if it were a feature length film. This was partly due to the gripping story but also the all-round powerhouse performances. Gauging the online reaction, I think it’s clear that Jaq played by Jasmine Jobson, was a clear fan favourite. Her ability to humanise an outwardly tough character whilst balancing an extreme sense of vulnerability, was something that had everyone routing for her. This is true for the rest of the characters as well.

Top Boy Season 4 – Jaq

Whilst in my mind I thought, “what possible other narratives could they explore when it comes to gang life in London?”, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Season 3 had been a whirlwind. There was a lot of action and tense moments, and understandably so. Season 3 had been a return for the series after almost 6 years, so there needed to be a big flash and bang to reign in an entirely new audience on Netflix. Not to say that there weren’t beautiful, introspective moments in between the action. Kano’s performance as Sully had stuck with me since. The train scene where he’s left at rock bottom, questioning life, is some of the best acting I’ve ever witnessed. A powerful non-verbal performance. In a lot of ways, it was almost a first Season. Introducing a near-entirely new cast in an enticing way, had left little room for fleshing out these characters.

Season 4 on the other hand, seemed slower in pace and in a good way. Don’t get me wrong, there was still plenty of shootouts and violence to have you at the edge of your seats. There was just a lot more time spent humanising the characters. Dushane seemed to be going through his trial-by-fire that Sully did in the last season, with a lot more of his vulnerabilities and weaknesses out on display. As for his partner Shelley, played by Little Simz, cracks in her morally perfect character were explored which only made her more likable. The producers seemed to focus on balance, with the ‘good’ revealing a darker past and the ‘bad’ having to deal with their comeuppance. Lauryn, Jaq’s troublesome sister who I forgot about from season 3, was utilised in such a clever way. What I thought was the end of her story, brought in a whole new element of problems into this season, true to her past ways.

Top Boy Season 4 – Lauryn

Jamie, played by Michael Ward, had another top tier performance. I certainly feel like he was a fan favourite from Season 3, having won the hearts of many of the female audience. His character had gone through one of the hardest and complicated journeys this time around. Each episode had a set of tough scenarios for him to deal with, but unlike previous issues, these couldn’t be solved by the gun. His business trip to Morocco was a beautiful way in which the producers were able to explore the problems of “Hood Mentality”. When in a car ride with Moroccan business partner, Jamie looks out to people on the beach and says, “this shit’s like movies”. A bit of a meta moment, yet one that reminds the audience that, the World that existed to Jamie was confined to the streets of London.

Given the bigger budget for this season, we finally got to see the Global dynamic of the drugs trade. We were longer wondering, “where does this food come from” because we were finally taken there. Granted, Season 3 did explore this as well, through its Jamaican storyline but it was different. In Jamaica, Dushane only spent a small portion there and had family ties there.  However, this time our three main characters all went abroad, the foreign settings used as way to explore how they react when they are out of their depth. A ‘fish out of water’ type of scenario.   

Whilst the series did reflect a more global scale, it also did well to introduce a more varied UK demographic, one that’s truer of today’s scene. With a huge growth and presence of Northern artists in the music industry, we finally got a proper reflection of UK that isn’t just London. There was a slight connection to Manchester in Season 3, with two younger characters doing County Lines and getting the train up North. Yet in Season 4, we had a full feature of Liverpudlian Arms Dealers mixed into the cast. With the City’s rich history of the Weapons and Drugs trade, it was only a matter of time before they made a crossover into the hostile world of London-based Top Boy. I think the Liverpool dynamic was a very welcomed story line, with Curtis and his sister being two vile characters that always did well to gauge a reaction out of me. As far as that story goes, I don’t think it’s the last we’ve heard of the Liverpudlian gang.

Top Boy Cast

Top Boy Season 4 added another notch to its belt, a world that was made more real and consequently, one which I care about even more. I hugely enjoyed the experience and don my hats off to the producers and cast for doing such an excellent job. I look forward to returning to the world of Top Boy and am eager for what Season 5 will have to offer, even if I have to wait another 3 years.

Check out The Guardian’s Review of Top Boy here!

A Walk Along the Thames

Claude Monet, The Thames Below Westminster, 1871

He had been walking along the embankment for the past forty minutes. The Thames looked passive, its’ green murky water merely existing as it had done for millions of years. Growing tired, he decided to stop by a small, wooden bench. Slugging off his backpack, he slumped down on it with a heavy sigh. It was not the first time the piece of timber had bore the weight of a lacking human. The Sky was an impressive blue, clouds no where to be seen. His previous visits to London had consisted of bad weather and busy bodies, one of which was absent today. There’s a certain level of preparedness which one must obtain before walking the streets of London. Luckily, he had come equipped with more than his backpack. He was in no rush either: this helped. People walked past, each in their own realm of conversation, or for those who weren’t speaking aloud, an internal monologue rang clear; or so he had hoped. Had he been in the same spot 100 years earlier the only difference he would have witnessed was the cloth that shrouded their fragile bodies. The same problems would have still reverberated off the stone floor, that of love and purpose. Perhaps a larger portion of minds would have been present, worrying about what they would have to eat next rather than trivial issues born from a false reality. Half hoping someone would strike up a conversation with him, he sat there for quite some time. Two street cleaners came about with their large wheelie bin and even larger smiles. They spoke to each other in languages not from this neck of the woods. Both with a sense of purpose, they belonged to this still, heavily colonial landscape. The HMS Belfast in the backdrop, a ship that once roared across the World’s Seas now lay passive in the heart of London, a sleeping Jaguar hidden amongst the branches of a tree. Embankment was beautiful with its architectural design and large display of power. People from all walks of life would stroll by these buildings in admiration, forgetting what they once meant. Perhaps that is why they are so beautiful. An area once inaccessible by the agency of history, now yielded by the progress of modern thought. A group of three women he had never seen before, deemed familiar by previous childhood experiences. The family trips to Peru enabled him to recognise these women, a mother and her two daughters. To others they would have been another trio of strangers hidden amongst the crowd of tourists. Yet to him, they almost shared a familiar history. He wanted to talk to these three, to establish some form of repour, yet his anxious mind halted him from doing as such. Sometimes there are stories waiting to be told, ones that simply pass by you every day. A moment of courage allows two worlds to collide.