Woah, a ’social commentary’ album! I LOVE these!

Okay, so maybe I don’t. And any compact disc that starts off with a train coming to a stop and the lyrics ‘there’s no more trains going that way, there’s no more trains coming this way, you’d better make your way home son, there’s something going down in London’ is well, not making any attempt to hide its intentions. And maybe London Undersound isn’t actually a pretentious album, but reading the utter pants that is emblazoned in the liner notes makes it very hard to push past the huge roadblock that is Nitin Sawhney’s ego. And please, Nitin, having your music labelled as the genre ‘unclassifiable’ on media players is pretty fucking horrible. That is probably one of the major gripes I have with ‘London Undersound’, as if you look past the whole socio-political humdrum lyrics what you end up with is an album of perfectly listenable music. Continue Reading