Available on: Tempa LP
A friend of mine once described Skream as the Michael Caine of dubstep. Some of his work is brilliant, some is dross and probably made for a quick quid, but no matter how much the bad material starts to stack up, itâs hard to dislike or resent him. That was the case then, and for me itâs still the case now. It wonât surprise you that Outside the Box is inconsistent â Skreamâs always been inconsistent, and some of it is even worse than that terrible Magnetic Man single that just came out. But equally, it wonât surprise you that some of it represents the London producer, whoâs still only in his early twenties letâs not forget, at his best.
Skreamâs early work, which paved the way for dubstep to become the worldwide phenomenon it is now, was inspired by those around him â particularly his older brother Hijak and friends at the Big Apple record shop, which included Benga and Hatcha. His current tastes though, if his Twitter is anything to go by, have started to lean towards indie fan electronic favourites like Trentemoller and Orchestra of Bubbles, and you see it all over Outside the Box â on the swelling, almost ambient opener âPerferatedâ, on new single, the breakbeat-heavy âListeninâ to the Records on my Wallâ and on the albumâs closer, âThe Epic Last Songâ. Each are so obviously done with the words âemotiveâ and âepicâ in mind that theyâre almost off-putting, but Skream pulls each of them off, providing three of the LPâs highlights.
Elsewhere things arenât as rosy. â8 Bit Babyâ features rapper Murs, who once was one dodgy line away from a perfect hip-hop album (âmet Rachel in the corner all emotional and mushy / put my dick on her tongue, glowstick in her pussyâ, from the otherwise brilliant Murs 3:16 â The 9th Edition) at his boring worst, talking about how good him and Skream are in about a thousand different, equally dull ways. âCPUâ features a computerized voice saying âI am your computerâ over a dubstep beat that never gets past second gear, and I have no idea how anyone thought its inclusion was a good idea. The Sam Frank featuring âWhere You Should Beâ is an attempt at a cyber-pop ballad thatâs nowhere as near as good as Skreamâs past remix of Chromeoâs âNight by Nightâ, or indeed, anything from Jimmy Edgarâs new album.
Outside the Box picks up on its fifth track, the superb âHow Realâ. The emo-tronica vibes are in full effect here, and itâs not a million miles from how Dntel might sound if he made garage, but you know what? Dntel probably wouldâve made ace garage. The chorus, with Skream cutting up and time-stretching the vocals, courtesy of Freckles, proves that he can tug your heartstrings without relying on over-the-top breakdowns, and itâs easily the most successful vocal on here. âFields of Emotionâ follows, a slow half-stepper that slips between Silkie-esque passages of jazz-step and more interesting moments lit by gleaming synths.
âI Love the Wayâ starts off as a limp ballad before heading underground for some dimly-lit jungle thatâs slightly more successful. We then get âListeninâ to the Records on my Wallâ, the albumâs already discussed, cheap-but-effective centrepiece, and âWibblerâ, a tear-out dubstep track thatâs not only really good, but really welcome after the eight tracks that preceded it. Like âOskilatahâ from Skreamizm 4, itâs proof that when done well, mid-range driven wobblers can be disorientating and brilliant, Skream stretching the oscillations as close to breaking point as theyâll go, and twisting them around colossal, booming high-hats.
One of the problems with Outside the Box is that thereâs a lot of tension built up, on tracks like âMetamorphosisâ, âFields of Emotionâ and the dBridge and Instra:mental featuring âReflectionsâ, and too often the albumâs release points are subdued by strange decisions or ill-advised vocals. La Roux delivers the albumâs last guest spot, and although itâs one of her better performances, itâs not that interesting a track. Traditionally Skreamâs best music is alien, unlike anything that came before it, and in the same way that La Roux tones down the shrillness of her voice here, Skreamâs backing is breakbeat-driven, chart-friendly house.
And maybe thatâs the true problem at the crux of Outside the Box. Although its self-consciously epic stand-out tracks, âListeninâ to the Records on my Wallâ, âSong for Lennyâ and âEpic Last Songâ are genuinely effecting, itâs a shame that someone who pioneered a genre that was once so fresh has to turn to forms of music already done to death â namely hands-in-the-air house, trance and jungle â now that heâs conscious of his potential for chart success. Still, remove Outside the Box from its wider context and youâve got an album with its fair share of quality; albeit one that sits closer to Sigur Ros and Moderat than it does its supposed peers in dubstep.
Tom Lea