Does Exactly What It Says On The Tin
'Told you I'm too short for the High Five, Joseph.''Sorry Paul. Low Five?'
‘Dub music evolved from early instrumental reggae music and "versions" that incorporated fairly primitive reverb and echo sound effects.’ - Wikipedia
Did I tell you that dub music once saved my life? Strue’s Bob, it’s the gospel, straight from the horse’s nipple. Yes indeed, it does exactly what it says on the tin – ‘restores your faith in humanity, rids you of irrational outbreaks of negativity.’ It’s aural sunshine, I tellya. Goes without saying (what a perfectly illogical expression) that you don’t get much of that kind of value for money these days, eh? What miraculous product could possibly lay claim to such marvellous curative powers? Why, Paul Simon’s ‘Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes’ of course, you philistine. But not just any old stock-standard album track, which we’ve all heard schmoozing its way outta the speakers of mall sound systems ad nauseum until we’re frothing at the gills, no, no, no – I’m talking about the minimalist extravaganza that is the Tangoterje Edit of that illustrious and somewhat worn and scuffed classic. For who can fail to break out into a sunny smile in imitation of a Jamaican banana when assaulted by the dulcet tones and sustain/decaying echoes of a killer downbeat? That’s right, nobody. Avast, Ye Dubbers!
(OK, so this isn't dub in the classic sense i.e: King Tubby / Lee Scratch / Augustus Pablo, but then it's a wide-ranging beasty, the dub. Shoo now, got cooking to do...)
You blink, and the mp3, she is gone. Tsk. Look sharp, Sparky.
Did I tell you that dub music once saved my life? Strue’s Bob, it’s the gospel, straight from the horse’s nipple. Yes indeed, it does exactly what it says on the tin – ‘restores your faith in humanity, rids you of irrational outbreaks of negativity.’ It’s aural sunshine, I tellya. Goes without saying (what a perfectly illogical expression) that you don’t get much of that kind of value for money these days, eh? What miraculous product could possibly lay claim to such marvellous curative powers? Why, Paul Simon’s ‘Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes’ of course, you philistine. But not just any old stock-standard album track, which we’ve all heard schmoozing its way outta the speakers of mall sound systems ad nauseum until we’re frothing at the gills, no, no, no – I’m talking about the minimalist extravaganza that is the Tangoterje Edit of that illustrious and somewhat worn and scuffed classic. For who can fail to break out into a sunny smile in imitation of a Jamaican banana when assaulted by the dulcet tones and sustain/decaying echoes of a killer downbeat? That’s right, nobody. Avast, Ye Dubbers!
(OK, so this isn't dub in the classic sense i.e: King Tubby / Lee Scratch / Augustus Pablo, but then it's a wide-ranging beasty, the dub. Shoo now, got cooking to do...)
You blink, and the mp3, she is gone. Tsk. Look sharp, Sparky.
