As it happens, DJ/producer Fusion spent some four years writing for black music mag Echoes learning all the ins and outs of the trade without breaking so much as a sweat, never mind his or anyone else’s ass. Fallacy on the otherhand still works as a bouncer. And it’s at this point that we find them, straddling the ever increasing divide between London music and UK garage. Not that this is UK garage, you understand – just that it has something of that two-step (and two-tone) flava.This is UK hip-hop: smart, sussed, confident and packing a quaking, shaking punch.
Spitting up more of a club vibe than an actual street vibe, Grounbreaker takes the inner city ringroad out of the ghetto’s of Brixton and into London town. Latops and apple macs, wine bars and lounges, stretched jeans and baseball caps this is the kind of hip-hop that has been threatening to hit in the UK for sometime. Devoid of all that faux ghetto and gangsta ridiculousness that makes every UK based MC such a laughing stock, Fallcy and Fusion bring a big big, fuck off slice of national relevance to a genre that’s been threatening to implode on it’s own impoverished supply of energy for years now.
Big stabbing beats, the orgasm of a gorgeous blonde, getting turned away at the door just before midnite. If it all sounds like this, UK hip-hop could really be the soundtrack to our lives.