"4 slices of jungle fire to mash up any dancefloor..."
We shouldn’t really be supporting jungle revivalism this route-one and unreconstructed, but it’s summer, and if you can’t enjoy a record like this now, well, there’s really no other time. The fourth instalment of Supercharger’s chaotic various-artist offerings, this is about as far away from the sombre dnb vanguard as you could possibly get: rampant amen choppage, high-drama vamps and diva vox, wrecking-ball Reese basslines and ropey ragga samples. It’s pure pastiche, it’s got basically fuck-all to do with musical progress, but it’s so expertly executed and so obviously sincerely felt, you can’t fault it. It’s essentially a rockabilly record. Recommended!
Vinyl-only, limited to 300 copies.