
Last Night: Vinyl LP
Clubbing is a source of euphoria: a weekly, often daily escape, a respite from the grind. That culture and its landmarks ā some of Londonās best venues and many countless pubs - are slowly disappearing for good. On the bandās record, due for release next year, Benin City will be taking an album-long look at the dual nature of Londonās nightlife.
With a sound and mood that locates itself in a small sweet spot between Faithless, Metronomy and early Stromae, the albumās narrators draw on the last decade of their collective experiences as ravers, bar workers and observers. These reflections are primed for the dancefloor: a hook-laden blend of Afro-dance pop, hip-hop, spoken word and electronica that is both infectious and poignant.
Speaking of the record, Joshua said:
āLondon nightlife has been our way out, our release, our daily escape. Weāve been clubbers, barmen, part / full-time drinkers. Weāve served cocktails and downed shots. Weāve found ourselves on dancefloors and lost our dinners on nightbusses. Weāve laughed, weāve cried, weāve engaged in dumb drunken squabbles and weāve found ourselves in strangersā houses. Weāve danced to songs we didnāt know the name of. We made landmarks out of hidden corners of London: Passing Clouds, Ghetto, Trash Palace, Plastic People, Vibe Bar, Cable, Crucifix Lane. Those places, and the stories they held are gone for good as London becomes pricier and ever more grey. On this album are some of those stories: this is an ode to Londonās nightlife.ā
Clubbing is a source of euphoria: a weekly, often daily escape, a respite from the grind. That culture and its landmarks ā some of Londonās best venues and many countless pubs - are slowly disappearing for good. On the bandās record, due for release next year, Benin City will be taking an album-long look at the dual nature of Londonās nightlife.
With a sound and mood that locates itself in a small sweet spot between Faithless, Metronomy and early Stromae, the albumās narrators draw on the last decade of their collective experiences as ravers, bar workers and observers. These reflections are primed for the dancefloor: a hook-laden blend of Afro-dance pop, hip-hop, spoken word and electronica that is both infectious and poignant.
Speaking of the record, Joshua said:
āLondon nightlife has been our way out, our release, our daily escape. Weāve been clubbers, barmen, part / full-time drinkers. Weāve served cocktails and downed shots. Weāve found ourselves on dancefloors and lost our dinners on nightbusses. Weāve laughed, weāve cried, weāve engaged in dumb drunken squabbles and weāve found ourselves in strangersā houses. Weāve danced to songs we didnāt know the name of. We made landmarks out of hidden corners of London: Passing Clouds, Ghetto, Trash Palace, Plastic People, Vibe Bar, Cable, Crucifix Lane. Those places, and the stories they held are gone for good as London becomes pricier and ever more grey. On this album are some of those stories: this is an ode to Londonās nightlife.ā
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Clubbing is a source of euphoria: a weekly, often daily escape, a respite from the grind. That culture and its landmarks ā some of Londonās best venues and many countless pubs - are slowly disappearing for good. On the bandās record, due for release next year, Benin City will be taking an album-long look at the dual nature of Londonās nightlife.
With a sound and mood that locates itself in a small sweet spot between Faithless, Metronomy and early Stromae, the albumās narrators draw on the last decade of their collective experiences as ravers, bar workers and observers. These reflections are primed for the dancefloor: a hook-laden blend of Afro-dance pop, hip-hop, spoken word and electronica that is both infectious and poignant.
Speaking of the record, Joshua said:
āLondon nightlife has been our way out, our release, our daily escape. Weāve been clubbers, barmen, part / full-time drinkers. Weāve served cocktails and downed shots. Weāve found ourselves on dancefloors and lost our dinners on nightbusses. Weāve laughed, weāve cried, weāve engaged in dumb drunken squabbles and weāve found ourselves in strangersā houses. Weāve danced to songs we didnāt know the name of. We made landmarks out of hidden corners of London: Passing Clouds, Ghetto, Trash Palace, Plastic People, Vibe Bar, Cable, Crucifix Lane. Those places, and the stories they held are gone for good as London becomes pricier and ever more grey. On this album are some of those stories: this is an ode to Londonās nightlife.ā












