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So I heard this song last night; 'It Ain't Got A Name' by TC & Joker... I LOVE IT! I haven't repeatedly listened to a song like this in months! In fact... It's back on.
Apart from the fact that these boys are from West Countryshire - my spiritual and often physical homeland - and that the song kicks a massive blue arse, I like this song because I once saw an interview with Joker where he had a toy cat sitting on his shoulder. I respect that in a person, and it's the kind of thing I think about when I listen to their music.
My favourite thing about this song is the squealing synth (Dweeeden der der... derrr!). Also the strings have a sort of melancholy that sends a weird shiver up my spine, which I also feel when Annie Mac announces at the end (for this is a radio rip); '...Representing the West Country...'. I didn't know I had such patriotic feelings. Maybe it's only where music is concerned, as I still feel a pang of excitement when I think about how well Dubstep has traveled, but I don't care all that much about how many people around the world like George Orwell or Aldous Huxley even though they probably have more cultural importance that wobbling bass and Cockney Thugs... Still, wobbling bass is very good. I can't feel Orwell vibrating my innards. Not now he's dead.
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