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In the second half of Geoff Dyer’s Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi, the journalist unintentionally stays in Varanasi indefinitely. Gradually, he becomes a typical resident of the Indian city: wearing a dhoti, consulting holy men, chatting to monkeys, even swimming in the famously dirty Ganges. Things that seemed to him strange and mystical at first become mundane, regular. That gradual, near-imperceptible adoption of exotica mirrors my consumption of the music of Dean Blunt: nowadays, I just expect his songs to be idiosyncratic and off-script, am not the least bit surprised when they are. The new one on his Soundcloud, by his cohort Joanne Robertson, fits this bill perfectly. Even the name’s up in the air: it was initially called Can I Get Down but now seems to be plainly, simply called X.
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Is Benjamin Clementine the new Michael Kiwanuka? Actually, hang on, what even happened to Michael Kiwanuka? He’s probably playing Ronnie Scott’s as I type. Anyway, back to Benjamin. Don’t tell anyone but the Clementine isn’t actually London-based; he resides in Paris now. But his original home is the gangland of Edmonton, and that makes him more than London enough for me. Arriving neatly in time for 2014 tips list, he’s also 24, Jools Holland-backed and just fantastic, in a daring, yeah-thanks-but-I’ll-make-my-own-sound kinda way.
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There’s something stunningly pure at play here: an undeniably straight, from-the-heart sound that instantly disarms cynical, snide sods like myself, and makes believers of us all. The song is by the 18-year-old – 18! – Shivum Sharma, and a few facts about him seem especially relevant: he produced Flicker (Bedroom Demo) in, as the name suggests, his boudoir; he listens to a lot of Shuggie Otis; he writes songs by sitting alone for a long time; he likes traversing London by evening to inspire his lyrics, especially by tubes and buses. Get ready to be amazed, to be haunted, to be a believer again.
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Post-football hysteria. Waves of adrenalin from the day. Too much coffee. But finally those shoulders are slumping, that mind’s going easy on me. Jungle‘s latest is ’70s soul with a very modern dose of abstract, deep dub, with some Dean Blunt-like deadpan. It’s musical ketamin, injected straight into the heart, and boy does it feel good.
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