The tale of the UK or Great Britain or whatever is a sad one. After stomping their colonial boots on the face of much of the world during the 1800’s they have had a steady and inexorable decline since the beginning of the 2oth century sinking so low that at this point we don’t even feel like capitalising their name anymore as if it refers to something with an importance above a common object like a chair or toilet. From now on people will say “I went and took a shit in the united kingdom” or “I stepped into the great britain and had to clean my shoes after”. The last war they actually fought in without the United States holding their hands was to get what? The fucking Falkland Islands? Not only are those maybe the least geo-strategically important islands in the world but we all know that they are really called the Islas Malvinas and always have and always will be an integral part of the Argentine Republic.
Indeed, there are very few ways a brit can experience that thing called dignity these days. One of those few ways is through music. That is maybe the last thing british people have. Take that away from them and they are no better than the animals. Anyway. What we have with this moombahton EP called Songs From A Small Island is really one of the last gasps of the british. These tunes, which are great, are really like a cry in the dark. In a world that is increasingly indifferent, people from britain need to do whatever they can to be heard. Listen to the desperate howls of Geek Boy, Disgraceland, Mr9Carter and Heisenberg AFTER THE JUMP YOU CUNTS!