Mr Scruff, Koko, London, May 2007
Mr Scruff, Keepin’ It Real! Okay, so not a ‘hugely important recording artist’ like some of the bands I go on about, but I bought the ticket, so you have take the ride. I guess, Scruff’s night is just a great example of the many amazing nights we just headed off to with some mates, for a drink & a boogie… and given Mr Scruff had been a visitor to NZ, we knew what we were getting: funk, soul and maybe a nice cup of tea. Mr Scruff’s night was actually one of the more relaxing nights at Koko (Camden Palace) because the crowd was not rammed in. At gigs or larger club nights it could be almost impossible to move around, depending on which levels were opened up, but at Scruff it was a much more chilled atmosphere where you could slip on & off the dance floor with ease. Other trips out just to check out different sounds over the years (all at the behest of my legal counsel, Jav) were Goldie’s ‘Metalheadz’ in Hoxton, Keb Darge at Madame Jojo’s in Soho, Rotter’s Golf Club nights by Andrew Weatherall, the Detroit techno ‘Lost’ parties, anything at Plastic People in Shoreditch, a trip to the Jazz Café, or jazzy worldness & hodgepodge Sunday sessions at scattered boozers, like Islington’s Old Queens Head. The point of all these expeditions across London was simple: The Search for Slipper Music. To us this was eclectic dance music, by brilliant selectors & DJs who just wanted the room to dance and groove, and not necessarily at 140+BPM. Jazz, hip hop, reggae, funk, Northern Soul, techno, drum n bass… anything but grime and dub step ;-). Ah, variety. Mr Scruff himself may have referred to the same thing as ‘Trouser Jazz’, the name of his early noughties album. This variety is the true lubricant of London’s magic system. The city is a stylistic sponge and a workshop that combines everything all up on one menu, and often creates a new mélange of its own. Slippers, ho! Get up with ‘Shrimp’ from Trouser Jazz.