Bristol Pirates
Ooooosh! that indispensable collage of Bristol pirate radio recordings from the late ‘80s to early ‘00s - originally assembled for Matthew Kent’s Blowing Up The Workshop - now edited and upgraded to vinyl for a proper crucial time-capsule of a precious, lesser documented era.
Traversing the dial from raucous soundclash recordings to Blues Dance soul, and taking in mighty blasts of jungle, wafts of warbling Indian music, and, of course, a f#ckload of dub and dancehall, all spliced with a mix of heart-rendingly era-specific radio phone ins and jingles, the 60 minute session is both a nostalgic and visceral listen, offsetting those idents, adverts and phone-ins with pure adrenalised selections.
Check for the insane closing few minutes of side A - a delirious wall of mentasms and stabs dunked with barely audible mc toasting, or the bit on the b-side that surprisingly grasps a basic channel classic sharp cut into Goldie - all out of context, sounding mighty f#cking fine.
Probably as good as it’s gonna get, innit.
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Ooooosh! that indispensable collage of Bristol pirate radio recordings from the late ‘80s to early ‘00s - originally assembled for Matthew Kent’s Blowing Up The Workshop - now edited and upgraded to vinyl for a proper crucial time-capsule of a precious, lesser documented era.
Traversing the dial from raucous soundclash recordings to Blues Dance soul, and taking in mighty blasts of jungle, wafts of warbling Indian music, and, of course, a f#ckload of dub and dancehall, all spliced with a mix of heart-rendingly era-specific radio phone ins and jingles, the 60 minute session is both a nostalgic and visceral listen, offsetting those idents, adverts and phone-ins with pure adrenalised selections.
Check for the insane closing few minutes of side A - a delirious wall of mentasms and stabs dunked with barely audible mc toasting, or the bit on the b-side that surprisingly grasps a basic channel classic sharp cut into Goldie - all out of context, sounding mighty f#cking fine.
Probably as good as it’s gonna get, innit.
Ooooosh! that indispensable collage of Bristol pirate radio recordings from the late ‘80s to early ‘00s - originally assembled for Matthew Kent’s Blowing Up The Workshop - now edited and upgraded to vinyl for a proper crucial time-capsule of a precious, lesser documented era.
Traversing the dial from raucous soundclash recordings to Blues Dance soul, and taking in mighty blasts of jungle, wafts of warbling Indian music, and, of course, a f#ckload of dub and dancehall, all spliced with a mix of heart-rendingly era-specific radio phone ins and jingles, the 60 minute session is both a nostalgic and visceral listen, offsetting those idents, adverts and phone-ins with pure adrenalised selections.
Check for the insane closing few minutes of side A - a delirious wall of mentasms and stabs dunked with barely audible mc toasting, or the bit on the b-side that surprisingly grasps a basic channel classic sharp cut into Goldie - all out of context, sounding mighty f#cking fine.
Probably as good as it’s gonna get, innit.
Ooooosh! that indispensable collage of Bristol pirate radio recordings from the late ‘80s to early ‘00s - originally assembled for Matthew Kent’s Blowing Up The Workshop - now edited and upgraded to vinyl for a proper crucial time-capsule of a precious, lesser documented era.
Traversing the dial from raucous soundclash recordings to Blues Dance soul, and taking in mighty blasts of jungle, wafts of warbling Indian music, and, of course, a f#ckload of dub and dancehall, all spliced with a mix of heart-rendingly era-specific radio phone ins and jingles, the 60 minute session is both a nostalgic and visceral listen, offsetting those idents, adverts and phone-ins with pure adrenalised selections.
Check for the insane closing few minutes of side A - a delirious wall of mentasms and stabs dunked with barely audible mc toasting, or the bit on the b-side that surprisingly grasps a basic channel classic sharp cut into Goldie - all out of context, sounding mighty f#cking fine.
Probably as good as it’s gonna get, innit.
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Ooooosh! that indispensable collage of Bristol pirate radio recordings from the late ‘80s to early ‘00s - originally assembled for Matthew Kent’s Blowing Up The Workshop - now edited and upgraded to vinyl for a proper crucial time-capsule of a precious, lesser documented era.
Traversing the dial from raucous soundclash recordings to Blues Dance soul, and taking in mighty blasts of jungle, wafts of warbling Indian music, and, of course, a f#ckload of dub and dancehall, all spliced with a mix of heart-rendingly era-specific radio phone ins and jingles, the 60 minute session is both a nostalgic and visceral listen, offsetting those idents, adverts and phone-ins with pure adrenalised selections.
Check for the insane closing few minutes of side A - a delirious wall of mentasms and stabs dunked with barely audible mc toasting, or the bit on the b-side that surprisingly grasps a basic channel classic sharp cut into Goldie - all out of context, sounding mighty f#cking fine.
Probably as good as it’s gonna get, innit.