Biography
Mr Whateva has been releasing his unique brand of rhythm-driven quirk-funk for the last five years or so, as well as helping the likes of Grand Central compile their legendary Mystic Brew compilations and DJing all over the planet. Unbelievably, though, this is his first album. Unsurprisingly, it?s bloody great, like the first cuppa of the day, all last night?s clag suddenly stripped from the inside of your mouth. From the garage band bass of ?Bouncing Bomb,? through the proto-disco of ?Driving Reign?, the Muppets-on-crack of ?Singalong?, through the wear-fruit-in-ya-kangol aesthetic of ?Havana Ball?, the old school ragga-jungle of ?Dedicated VIP? (which reminds you why you liked drum & bass in the first place) it?s a record that?ll have your head nodding, your foot tapping, your mouth grinning and your body trying to do improbable breakdance moves that you think you remember seeing on telly some time in the eighties. Probably. Nor is there any let up in the second half of the record either, Trev going all northern soul ?n? chimes on ?Carpe Diem?, drivingly latino-mournful on the title track, Jackson 5-go-to-a-block-party-and-get-a-kicking on ?Dustbowl? before finishing up with hooligan bass on ?We Have The Technology? and probably the finest bad-coke moment of four-to-the-floor horrorcore ever submitted to wax on ?Dangerous Disco?. You could get deep and say that the title ?Music?s Made of Memories? means that in effect all music is made of sample,s with our mind as the sampler and that, in that case, Trev is a sequencer of our memories and hence the director of the aesthetics of our recollection of our everyday life. Alternatively, you could dance around with your pants on your head with a big brown cup of tea in one hand and a fat old spliff in the other. Both approaches will work, but one of them will be more enjoyable? Probably.
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