Does everyone in London (+Kent/Essex) under the age of 30 talk like they’re auditioning for a low-budget Guy Richie film, or are there some normal “bruvs” out there too?
Does everyone in London (+Kent/Essex) under the age of 30 talk like they’re auditioning for a low-budget Guy Richie film, or are there some normal “bruvs” out there too?
I blame the one DYER.
There are awways sammadem 'oo-rays wot tawk pwopper, guv.
Rest is all mandems is it. Blame CHIZZLE / BEATNICK and dem, fam. Bun dem.
Reminds me of when 808 State used to have a phone-in radio show on Sunset FM. Obviously - given the nature of the audience - callers were pre-warned not to use obscene or inflammatory language, which must have reduced the eligible callers down to convention-in-a-phone-box numbers, but you'd always get at least one who managed to sneak in "KEEP NECKING DEM EEEEEEEEZ----" (in best Kersal accent) at the end of the dialogue before they got cut off.
you'd always get at least one who managed to sneak in "KEEP NECKING DEM EEEEEEEEZ----" (in best Kersal accent) at the end of the dialogue before they got cut off.
Haha. This reminds me of when the whole Madchester shit hit--I was living in semi-rural South Carolina, and there was this nearby college radio DJ who, despite having been a total hayseed the month before, had obviously gone all-in on this Brand New Sound From Engerland, and would with great fanfare put on some Candy Flip-type bullshit, reverentially let it play out, then, in an unholy slumgullion of UK slang and Southern US accent, solemnly intone: "Sawrted."
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I blame the one DYER.
There are awways sammadem 'oo-rays wot tawk pwopper, guv.
Rest is all mandems is it. Blame CHIZZLE / BEATNICK and dem, fam. Bun dem.
The vocals at 2:37 sound like maybe pieces of the same shit the Avalanches used on "Frontier Psychiatrist"--Enoch Light? Ray somebody? I forget.
Reminds me of when 808 State used to have a phone-in radio show on Sunset FM. Obviously - given the nature of the audience - callers were pre-warned not to use obscene or inflammatory language, which must have reduced the eligible callers down to convention-in-a-phone-box numbers, but you'd always get at least one who managed to sneak in "KEEP NECKING DEM EEEEEEEEZ----" (in best Kersal accent) at the end of the dialogue before they got cut off.
"Frontier Psychiatrist" is a good shout.
Haha. This reminds me of when the whole Madchester shit hit--I was living in semi-rural South Carolina, and there was this nearby college radio DJ who, despite having been a total hayseed the month before, had obviously gone all-in on this Brand New Sound From Engerland, and would with great fanfare put on some Candy Flip-type bullshit, reverentially let it play out, then, in an unholy slumgullion of UK slang and Southern US accent, solemnly intone: "Sawrted."