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The problem with labeling music with obscure and tenuous genre names, complete with their own specifications and conventions, is that most of the music that comes after the inspired re-branding is usually shit. Chillwave and post-dubstep are today’s biggest bastard children. In truth, any art that whose primary concern is to exist within the realms of a certain BPM or style, more often than not, is soul crushingly dull.
Up steps Grobbie, a producer that you can no doubt imagine trying to convince his mother that sitting in his Glasgow flat sniffing ketamine, while making ‘post-dubstep’, is actually a real profession, despite her cynical first impression. The fact is, despite myself, I actually quite like his new track, ‘All of this time’. Sure it stinks to the high heavens of Burial, lacks the atmosphere and takes about as many risks as a Daily Mail reader, but do you know what? Remember that time you shamefully wished that Burial was a bit more danceable, if only for a moment, well Grobbie will scratch that shallow itch.