Only complaint I could possibly muster up about
the whole London Grime scene is the repetition of the songs.
This must be ideal for those in the club
tripping out on whatever they shoved in their butts
prior to getting there.
But for those of us at home in our bathrobes just
looking for new grimy tunes to jam to on our headphones..
What? Just me?
Okay, carry on Silkie.