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Welcome to the Last FM page of the swing-hop duo, The Correspondents. MC Mr Bruce and DJ/Producer Mr Chuckles collaborate to make Hip Hop for the 1930s, Big Band music for the 00s. Splicing swing samples with squelchy synths over dusty drum loops they’ve depicted a modern day journey into time of rogues, lust, affordable clowns and foot-tapping toe curling "get your brogues on" dance floor swing beat.
The Correspondents started out in November 2007, when old friends, Mr Bruce and Mr Chuckles, returned to London after a firm schooling at their respective Universities. In Leeds Mr Chuckles had been tinkering with the sounds of Hip Hop, Jazz and Dance music for several years, meanwhile further North in Edinburgh Mr Bruce exerted his vocal dexterity over Drum 'n' Bass, Breaks & Funk. The unlikely pair cut their teeth at a few parties and decided to cement the live performance relationship in their makeshift recording studio. Since then tracks have been recorded, stages have been stomped and knees have hit nipples.
The Correspondents have shared stages with the likes (or unlikes) of Florence & The Machine, Lilly Allen, Mika, Little Boots, VV Brown, Bat For Lashes, Lazy Habits, Daedalus, Bassment Jaxx, Rob Da Bank, Rusko, Kitty Daisy & Lewis, Cuban Brothers, Brass Roots, Jocelyn Brown, Dub Pistols etc... etc...
You might have seen them at Glastonbury, Secret Garden Party, Bestival, Shambala Festival, Lovebox Weekender, The Big Chill Festival, Camden Crawl, Innocent Village Fete, Scala Amersham Arms, Bungalow 8, Soho Revue Bar, Vibe Bar, Concord 2, Bloomsbury Bowls, Art Car Boot Fair, Last Days Of Decadance, Madame Jojo's, Notting Hill Arts Club, Bethnal Green Working Men's Club, 33 Portland Place, Shepard's Bush Pavillion, 5 Cavendish Sq, Corsica Studios, Proud Camden, Village Underground, The Cobden Club, The Battersea Arts Centre, The Colony Rooms, and Selfridge's.
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"The Correspondents aren't the first group you'd expect to see at a South London dubstep/fidget house night and yet their performance at Corsica Studios over a year ago had everyone quickly switching their allegience from wobbly basslines to beats over samples from 'The Jungle Book'. The skin-tight trouser clad MC Mr Bruce strode to the stage and began shaking his impossibly long legs to the beats put down by his DJ, Chuckles, and from that point on, everyone was a convert." NME.COM
“Pop also-ran Frankmusik was far more exciting, revealing his 'great voice for a white boy' but also the overly perfect future pop that's thus far prevented him finding fame with a mass audience. One duo who could, however, are the Correspondents, who filled in between sets throughout the weekend. With fast-spit rhymes over twenties flapper tunes, and MC Mr Brogues a gangly enthusiastic dancer with natty threads to match, these two deserve a stage all themselves.” INTHENEWS.CO.UK – BESTIVAL REVIEW
“My fear for the contents of my wallet and the softer parts of my anatomy were quickly replaced by joy at the sights and sounds of The Correspondents. These two dapper purveyors of swing-hop derring-do pretty much stole the show. I’m proper feeling the vaudeville approach to hip-hop (cfThe Anomalies, Krugers passim), and The Correspondents are amongst the most charming to take that approach. Everyone had a sing-a-long with them. Aww. Find them on MySpazz – you’ll be glad you did (and relieved MySpazz still has its uses).” KRUGERS MAGAZINE – DAEDALUS @ CORSICA STUDIOS REVIEW
"A stark contrast with the reaction received by The Correspondents, the Wandsworth duo who wander onto the Great Stage in the middle of the hottest day of the year and through the skatting, scratching and infectious dancing of the Mask-a-like Mr Bruce, managed to persuade everyone to forget their heat induced woes and dance like they had some serious itch to scratch. Forced back on to the stage by a fiery and pumped up crowd demanding more, Mr Bruce and compatriot DJ Chuckles then do it all over again, much to the amazement of them and their newly acquired groupies. Which goes to show the wonder that is Secret Garden Party. Hierarchies are toppled and the unknown underdogs are taken into the bosoms of the crowd while the headlining 80s superstars are made to look like, well, bosoms." LOUD AND QUIET MAGAZINE - SECRET GARDEN PARTY REVIEW
"Sunday starts with a beautifully bizarre moment, as Wandsworth swing-hip-hop duo The Correspondents enthral an unfeasibly huge midday main stage crowd with a rendition of 'I Wanna Be Like You' from The Jungle Book. After that we’re delirious putty in their capable hands and the stunned pair are summoned back for a giddy encore." WWW.VIRTUALFESTIVALS.COM - SECRET GARDEN PARTY REVIEW
Back Again
The Correspondents Lyrics
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I realised as soon as I'd gone on my way you cracked it like a nut and I wanted to stay
In your hands I feel like a wind up toy
Walking with a moulded face of frozen joy
You wind me up, turn me to face the table's edge
I fall down just as you make your pledge
And why did you do what you've done?
One minute we're laughing in- bed
The next an ultimatum
So now I have passed your test
Three weeks in a total mess
Can I come back again?
Love is a game you play
You've won, well done
Can I come back again?
You want to see me in a state over you
As if raw eyes confirm that my feelings are true
And you won't believe my adoration if it's simply said
So like a frog pawed by a cat I play dead
It's not as though you leave me be
You're always checking up on me
Calling friends and family who tell me you're turning back
But they could hear it in your voice that something was about to crack
Maybe you are not as in control as you let on
There's a genuine fear that I might move on
Thoughts in my head are rearranged, the game starts to change
Can I come back again?
Love is a game you play
You've won, well done
Can I come back again?
Love is a game you play
You've won, well done
Can I come back again?
You play the tough one
When all along you're hoping that I won't run
So I set a plan in place; I tell my friends and family to pass on the news
That I've swept away the blues and found a new girl to chase
Events are then relayed
I hear nothing from you for five days
So I assume that we've gone our separate ways
Then silence is broken with a message which says:
I wanted to know if you could break my heart
So we know where we both stand right from the start
You don't know what you've got until you've given it away
Can I come back again?
Love is a game you play
You've won, well done
Can I come back again?
Can I come back again?
Love is a game you play
You've won, well done
Can I come back again?
Love is a game you play
You've won, well done
Can I come back again?
Love is a game you play. (Can I come back again?)
You've won, well done
Can I come back again?
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The Correspondents' song Back Again is a tale of love, heartbreak, and the power dynamic between two people in a relationship. The lyrics depict a protagonist who is manipulated and controlled by their partner, who plays mind games and tests their devotion. The singer is left feeling confused and emotionally drained, unsure if they should stay or leave. The chorus, "Love is a game you play, you've won, well done. Can I come back again?" highlights the cyclical nature of their relationship, with the singer wanting to break free but ultimately returning to their partner's control.
The opening lyrics, "I was told to return when my heart had been broken as if I was lacking a qualification" set the tone for the song's themes of manipulation and control. The singer is made to feel as though they need to prove their loyalty by experiencing heartbreak, and their partner uses this as an opportunity to play mind games and test their devotion.
The verse, "You wind me up, turn me to face the table's edge. I fall down just as you make your pledge" illustrates the power dynamic between the two characters. The partner is depicted as controlling and domineering, with the singer being manipulated and forced to do their bidding.
The song's narrative is ultimately one of self-discovery and empowerment. The singer realizes that they have been trapped in a toxic relationship and decides to break free. The final verse, "So I set a plan in place; I tell my friends and family to pass on the news. That I've swept away the blues and found a new girl to chase" shows the singer taking control of their life and finding inner strength.
Line by Line Meaning
I was told to return when my heart had been broken as if I was lacking a qualification
Someone advised me to come back to you only when I had suffered heartbreak and underwent a tough time as if that's a necessary requirement for our relationship to work.
I realised as soon as I'd gone on my way you cracked it like a nut and I wanted to stay
I left you, but soon realized that you were the one cracking under pressure, and I wanted to be back with you.
In your hands I feel like a wind-up toy, walking with a moulded face of frozen joy
With you, I feel like a toy that can be controlled, and I put on a fake smile to hide my true emotions.
You wind me up, turn me to face the table's edge, I fall down just as you make your pledge
You manipulate and control me, pushing me to the brink until I fall, all while making promises to keep me around.
But what did you say, you said? And why did you do what you've done?
I'm confused about what you said because it contradicts your actions.
One minute we're laughing in bed, the next an ultimatum
One moment we're happy together, but then you give me an ultimatum, putting pressure on our relationship.
So now I have passed your test, three weeks in a total mess, can I come back again?
After going through your test and being a complete wreck for three weeks, can I come back to you?
Love is a game you play, you've won, well done, can I come back again?
You treat love like a game, and you've won by making me work to be with you, but can I come back again?
You want to see me in a state over you, as if raw eyes confirm that my feelings are true
You want me to be visibly upset over you because you think it confirms that I truly care for you.
And you won't believe my adoration if it's simply said, so like a frog pawed by a cat, I play dead
You don't believe that I truly love you if I just say it, so I act like I don't care to make you want me more.
It's not as though you leave me be, you're always checking up on me
You never leave me alone and constantly check up on me, showing that you're insecure in our relationship.
Calling friends and family who tell me you're turning back, but they could hear it in your voice that something was about to crack
You try to check up on me through my friends and family, but they can tell that you're not completely stable and our relationship is on the verge of falling apart.
Maybe you are not as in control as you let on, there's a genuine fear that I might move on
You may not have as much control over our relationship as you claim, and that makes you afraid that I might leave you.
Thoughts in my head are rearranged, the game starts to change, can I come back again?
My thoughts are changing, and I'm realizing that the game you're playing isn't sustainable, so can I come back to you?
You play the tough one, when all along you're hoping that I won't run
You try to act tough, but deep down, you're afraid that I'll leave you.
So I set a plan in place, I tell my friends and family to pass on the news, that I've swept away the blues and found a new girl to chase
To make you see what you could lose, I pretend to have found someone new and encourage my friends and family to spread the news.
Events are then relayed, I hear nothing from you for five days, so I assume that we've gone our separate ways
My strategy seems to have worked, and I don't hear from you for five days, so I assume that our relationship is over.
Then silence is broken with a message which says: I wanted to know if you could break my heart
You finally reach out with a message admitting that you wanted to test my feelings for you by seeing if I'd pretend to move on.
So we know where we both stand right from the start, you don't know what you've got until you've given it away, can I come back again?
Your message reveals that we were both playing games, and now we can start over with honesty, so can I come back to you?
Love is a game you play, you've won, well done, can I come back again?
Even though you won the game, can I still come back to you?
Contributed by Caroline I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.