Pattycakes summer 25

pattycakes_

Well-known member


First song that came to mind when the gauntlet was laid down. Soon as it kicks the sun starts pouring out the speakers. Shabba's velvet voice floating above the toughness of the riddim . The interplay of both creating a tension that never resolves for the duration. It never let's up, like the Carribean sun relentlessly beating down, putting you in a sweet and sweaty daze. Summer in a nutshell. Bonus points for some of the best doppel booyakas committed to tape.
 
Last edited:

pattycakes_

Well-known member


Agent K, aka Kaidi Tatham along with a cohort of west London bruk scene dons on some Airto and Flora (plus friends) after hours Brazilian villa jam session vibeage. Meditative and carefree in equal measure.
 

pattycakes_

Well-known member


Speaking of rhythmic interplay and hazy Brazilian jam sessions: Azymuth are pretty hard to beat. Like the Shabba track, you have opposing forces at work here. The sweetness of the harmony and melodies working against some fairly challenging rhythmic moves throwing you off course, only to bring you back to that syrupy groove-zone like you never left in the first place. The title translates to High Party so let your mind drift as applicable.
 

thirdform

Well-known member


Agent K, aka Kaidi Tatham along with a cohort of west London bruk scene dons on some Airto and Flora (plus friends) after hours Brazilian villa jam session vibeage. Meditative and carefree in equal measure.

been waiting for someone to revive some of the more, ahem, connoisseur end of West London broken beat. I'd do it but I've been stereotyped as some kind of boorish, homophobic, gabba knucklehead, no idea why when the gabber/hardcore stuff I like is military intelligence, but hey ho.
 

pattycakes_

Well-known member
Oh wait a minute, what's this?

EVe-wncDIDlZzeXdNw2eqibH3OZ4udI3GDvBw84p7CY.jpg
 

pattycakes_

Well-known member
Revive.

First instinct with this thread was to go with tunes that capture the madness of summer. The sensation of being sun-blasted and baked by sticky streets with relief found in cold beverages and big wedges of watermelon. Summer dresses and urban tension. Crazy drivers raging. Hazy heat wave days where you're relegated to the couch because you can't do fuck all apart from take a cold shower every 2 hours and wait til it lets up at night. Beaches overloaded with pasty families and dropped ice creams. Sand stuck to your skin. Sea salt in your hair. Grilled meat. Broken AC and a paltry fan that feels like it's making it worse. Out of your mind and loving it. Walking around at night in t-shirt and shorts. There's a magic to it. The submission it forces you into.

Looking at the 3 already posted I think I'm gonna try and alternate between the madness and release

So: this one still has some tension, but it's close to bursting and sweet sweet relief is right around the corner



The wind's in your sails and despite it all you're finally getting your shit together. You came through. Took the hits. Walking down some crowded city street with all manner of heaving madnesses pulsing, pushing, shoving at and around you but you're sailing through it. None of it touches you and it feels fucking great.
 
Top