‘Suppp using the last of mydata plan to send this’, proclaimed Lockbox, moments before the collection of ‘turtle club bangers’ downloaded itself onto my hard-drive. R&B, dodgy mushrooms, dicey breaks – all scrubbed, compressed and filtered through a chain of 56k modems. This is the sound of a nascent community of producers truly nourished by the internet – bitcoins jingling and emoticons chattering as if sentient. Bravo.
