Tomb Crew - Watch This

The Tomb Crew’s carnival craziness, Jamie and Nick aiming between KIG Family and the Foreign Beggars’ recent hiring of Godzilla costumes, is jump-up UK funky featuring the running mouths of Rubi Dan, Juxci D and resident mic manager Illaman. Good fun breeding out of chaos, the lyrics flavoured with Gamma/Shadowless-style humour, 'Watch This' motors along; a hop skip and jump that’s heavy but leaves the aggro at home, in the way sarsaparilla-sipping steel drums run de dance with a bassline that Rhubarb and Custard could go double-dutching to.  
Hip-raver Top Ten does its ghetto bass homework with James Brown/Rob Base grunts and wibbling bass for fans of Rico Tubbs,Herve and co, sounding like robots going motor-boating. On the inane side and a little bit contrived, the fun might not last with this one. The Tomb Crew don’t appear to be a unit to let such issues worry them though. As soon as one rave-gurning bounce-around ends, another one opens to yank you onto the dancefloor by your armpits. Rap samples turned hyperactive until they’re gibbering fried chicken references, basslines that if they plunged any lower would come out the other side of the world...'Yaphet Kotto Stole My Steez' goes for speed garage broke in a quickfire, bass to the front outburst. Intricacy can go top itself.

'Ode to Tom and Terry'­ ­­isn’t one endless chase around the kitchen while a woman in stripy stockings gets brandishing her broom. A shame, but just as good is a tribute to the unit/label behind jungle classics such as Maximum Style. Going for a jungle-rave finishing moment of seriousness and education – you’ve had your fun, now go home and clamp your ear to whatever pirate radio signal you can find - bottom ends boom constructively as the Tombsters opt for chop-ups over looping into an easy breakbeat way out.