This song gives me chills. I’m trying to think why. There are some artists who provide a sort of ‘commentary from the streets” which strikes me as cringingly awkward and unconvincing. I just can’t listen to them because their stuff is so rooted in the present. Rooted, as in stuck. The Streets, to provide a counterexample, did not seem to me rooted in their present. Their stuff spoke to a side of London that will always exist; plastic sparkwheel lighters, those flimsy blue newsagent bags…Even though he had that fashionable London street strut, Mike Skinner seemed like a smart dude who was onto something, something more significant than the details of what he was singing about.
Rooted in the eternal
Rooted in the eternal
Rooted in the eternal
This song gives me chills. I’m trying to think why. There are some artists who provide a sort of ‘commentary from the streets” which strikes me as cringingly awkward and unconvincing. I just can’t listen to them because their stuff is so rooted in the present. Rooted, as in stuck. The Streets, to provide a counterexample, did not seem to me rooted in their present. Their stuff spoke to a side of London that will always exist; plastic sparkwheel lighters, those flimsy blue newsagent bags…Even though he had that fashionable London street strut, Mike Skinner seemed like a smart dude who was onto something, something more significant than the details of what he was singing about.