
Initially anyway - though they would lighten up in the future, '21 Seconds' sees So Solid Crew very much inside the Garage tent pissing out. The relentless, two step beats and rhythm tick like a bomb to provide a click track of tension heightened by the machine gun vocal fire of street slang and references to "niggas wanna see nigga get rich" that jar in amongst the candyfloss of 2001. And because of it, '21 Seconds' is a wound coil, four minutes of grime given a perfunctory wipe across the mouth that showcases both the vibrancy of British dance culture that exists below the horizon away from the kitsch and the youth that created it. I'm not going to pretend that it's a world that I've ever been a part of or (to be honest) ever wanted to be, but it makes me wish I was young enough to have been. But in any case, I'd like to think I'm savvy enough to recognise the sound of a pushed envelope when I hear it and on those terms it's immensely gratifying to find that the record buying public can still occasionally look beyond the corporate denominator and pull off a genuine surprise.
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