Jungle is (still) Massive
When I was a teenager, I went out with a right dick-head. I didn’t realise this at the time as he wooed with me bass lines, weed, and his pony-tail (eeewwww). Little did I know, this drop-out-loser guy was going to be responsible for shaping a huge chunk of my musical world. I was 13 and fast becoming a junglist.
My school friends were listening to Take That, Wet Wet Wet, perhaps The Shamen if they were a bit edgy. I wasn’t really digging Marty Pellow, or that twat Robbie Williams. So instead my AWIA cassette walkman was loaded with mix tapes from the likes of Kenny Ken, Brockie, and DJ Hype.
I was just an inexperienced teenager in trainers and baggy jeans, that liked the sound of bass and the feeling of it booming through my chest; DnB, jungle, whatever. I was so naïve – I distinctly remember going back to my boyfriend’s mate’s house for a ‘mix’, and not understanding whether that meant we were going to take drugs, or listen to records. Bless me. Often, the said dick-head, who was of course considerably older than me, would drive off into the night (in a white Escort which had TOTALLY DARK written on the side in huge black letters. Cringe.) to various jungle raves across the UK. I had to make do with collecting the flyers and listening to the tape packs as I was too young to go. Oh the agony of the early teenage years!
Your tastes of course, change as you grow up. True. I don’t wear Addidas leggings anymore. I don’t wear satin shirts. I don’t wear Rimmel lipstick. I have marginally better taste in men. But one thing from my formative years I have not let go of is bass music.
At 31, bass lines hit me even harder than they ever did when I was growing up. Yeah I love folk, indie, post-rock, electronica etc. But nothing, NOTHING, makes me lose my shit like some dirty DnB, future bass or dubstep. You can see the effects filthy music has had on me by looking at my wrinkles – most probably caused by bass-face. Or maybe sex-face.
While the DnB scene is still very much alive, it has evolved, as music always does. There are so many sub-genres these days, it’s easier just to call it all bass music. And of course there’s dubstep. The genre that everyone has an opinion on. Whether you’re a fan or not, you can’t deny it’s heritage. The UK spawned many bass genres, which are all the ancestors of dubstep.
Drum and bass, and jungle were born from a humble drum-beat, called The Amen break, on the b-side of a record in 1979. But it wasn’t until the birth of the sampler in the 80s, that this beat came to be used, cut-up and reassembled to create and entire sub genre of bass music. Check this video for a mini education.
Here’s an old favourite, with that classic Amen drum break.
And this is a favourite from last year, because it encompasses practically every type of bass music from reggae right up to dubstep. It’s sick. (Shit, did I just say sick?!
These bass heavy genres of music will never die. They’re too deep rooted in our culture and society. Jungle is still massive, and my ex-boyfriend is still a massive twat.