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In crystal clear communication with the mothership; littered with striking references to fantastical realms and uncommon lore, but very much anchored in the inner city blocks and smoggy roadsides that inform his everyday, ‘Concrete Fantasia’ is a dark fantasy tape that expertly blurs the lines between genres, tones, moods and character profiles.

Complex feelings sourced from simpler times, Cairo’s lyrics hooking onto memories like déjà vu, while dripping in bass, flowing with feeling and sounding like summer; sweet and sacred memories, dreams in reverse, second to none.

“As I get older, where I grew up and has begun to resonate with me in a way that it has never used to. I used to take where I grew up and who I grew up with for granted, and this particular strain of beats really took me back to that place, hence the title…”

We like to think of ’De las Sombras’ as an OST for the album artwork. The castle a picture perfect symbol of an album persistently flirting with the supernatural.

Growing up in a house full of music lay the grounding for Eva to become the artist she is today. It gifted her a deeply emotional connection to how different genres make her think and feel and set her on a life-long path of discovery.

Born out of conversations 99% of the time, and completely uncensored as a result, Sleazy doesn’t just write songs, he narrates deep dives into the farthest reaches of his psyche. The music is motivated by two key objectives that have never and will never change…

OBLIG’s journey began with a Google search. After discovering that his name returned zero results, OBLIG took this as a sign to begin his very own chapter on the Internet.

If witnessing the rise of Battersea’s own So Solid crew acted as an inspirational start point, it is the ever-shifting reality of his surroundings that drive Skeamer’s artistry upwards. From prison time to lost friends; pain and sacrifice are underlying themes in the music he writes. However, with pain comes hope, and for Skeamer it is all about legacy.

Firmly anchored in a chapter of the UK underground before everything went to shit, situated a couple removed from this current grizzly chapter, the songs bounce off the walls of abandoned industrial estates and whoosh by at breakneck speeds like trains through tunnels.

Once every blue moon an artist will come along and rewrite the rulebook with a style that has you either shaking your head in disbelief (or losing your mind in a mosh pit).

This is what bizarre research chemicals, monolithic devices and time travel apparatus, hypnagogic lights and solid state frequency generators, car journeys home from 24 hour gymnasiums, fifty open text edit tabs, tabletops covered in interconnecting scraps of paper peppered in wordplay surrounded by geometrical calculations and number squares, sound like.

The result? A camaraderie so colourful the rap scene is certain to celebrate its inception for years to come, but moreover, an outfit that genuinely looks set to appeal to a wide spectrum of genres and movements with the extravagant sounds they make.

Just ask them yourself. Go find them. They’re about. Dabbla is currently sat in traffic on Holloway road, Baxter is at Glastonbury (still) and Ghosttown is on Regents Canal watching his dog kill swans.

Fast forward six years and their nu-classical compositions are wiser and more profound than ever before. The camaraderie grows more expansive and ear-opening with every song; striking nods to love songs from the 60’s, 80’s power ballads, the seedy end of the 90’s R’n’B spectrum, to psych-indie anthems, rave anthems, electronica and drone, but moreover, countless nods to moving image, spoken word, soundtracks and scores; the music is rich, expansive and rewarding at every turn.

Best described as a young William Shatner skulking around a London backstreet staring wistfully at pigeons (his own words), Baxter can be found decimating live stages alone or in packs, sculpting releases that ooze unrivaled levels of dexterity, or simply sitting on Highbury Fields in the drizzle. It matters not which one of the above activities he may be doing at any particular time, the fact remains, no-one does it quite like Baxter.