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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
Hold Her Tight
The Correspondents Lyrics
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A lover to decapitate
And no I don't believe in fate
But oh I think she's found a mate
It could've happened anywhere
A carpark or a square
She doesn't care for scenery
She's got you so hold her tight
How have you ended with her tonight?
Make your morning coffee make up your lies
Try not to look your wife in the eye
For her to pull and twist her hair
For you to hold your breath and stare
For [?] the luck for far too long
The world that you know it is gone
In preparation for your sin
You struggle to pull off your ring
You pocket it and force a smile
She knows you're a cliché
She's got you so hold her tight
How have you ended with her tonight?
Make your morning coffee make up your lies
Try not to look your wife in the eyes
She's got you so hold her tight
How have you ended with her tonight?
Make your morning coffee make up your lies
How have you ended with her tonight?
You split your women into two
Angels first then prostitutes
Your wife is going to fly away
Your lover's going to make you pay
You think you can have it your own way
Play host at your own cabaret
But when the curtain falls
They leave you spotted and alone
She's got you so hold her tight
How have you ended with her tonight?
Make your morning coffee make up your lies
Try not to look your wife in the eyes
You thought that you could take a bite of your mind
Many miles away from the day to day crime
Pure [?] and darkness untold
You've been digging deep to find this gold
It's a lust that tarnishes too quick
You've done the deed and you feel sick
You smell nothing but an unknown scent
You've spent more than you can spare
She's got you so hold her tight
How you ended with her tonight?
Make your morning coffee make up your lies
How have you ended with her tonight?
She's got you so hold her tight
How have you ended with her tonight?
Make your morning coffee make up your lies
Try not to look your wife in the eyes
The lyrics of The Correspondents' song Hold Her Tight are an exploration of the complexities of infidelity and the moral dilemmas faced by the man who is engaged in an extramarital affair. The metaphor of the praying mantis, a predatory insect known for its mating behavior in which the female kills the male after copulation, is used to represent the man's lover who has a destructive tendency towards their relationship. The reference to the mantis praying for prey symbolizes the lover's underlying desire for the man's demise after satisfying her needs.
The lyrics describe the man's struggle to reconcile his actions with his morals and his fear of being caught by his wife. He tries to compartmentalize his life, dividing his women into two categories, angels, and prostitutes, with his lover being the latter. The man is shown struggling to keep his infidelity a secret, as he pulls off his wedding ring before meeting his lover and tries to avoid eye contact with his wife. The lyrics suggest that while the man tries to have his cake and eat it too, he is ultimately left feeling empty and dissatisfied.
The last two lines of the song, "Try not to look your wife in the eyes," serve as a poignant reminder of the moral gravity of the man's actions and the guilt that accompanies his behavior. In creating a character who is both sympathetically flawed and morally conflicted, The Correspondents have crafted a piece of music that speaks to the universal experience of temptation and its consequences.
Line by Line Meaning
A praying mantis prays for prey
In this metaphor, the praying mantis signifies the singer, who is eagerly seeking out someone to prey on as a lover.
A lover to decapitate
The singer is seeking a lover to pursue in a physical and emotional sense, and possibly to destroy emotionally.
And no I don't believe in fate
The singer does not believe that destiny plays a role in who they end up with or how their relationships unfold.
But oh I think she's found a mate
Despite the lack of faith in fate, the artist believes that they have found someone with whom to begin a romantic relationship.
It could've happened anywhere
The artist reflects on the possibility that their affair could have started in any location, without attachment or emotional connection to the setting.
She doesn't care for scenery
The singer's lover is indifferent to the environment or location of their encounters.
When you commit your crimes
The singer acknowledges that their actions constitute infidelity or moral wrongdoing.
For her to pull and twist her hair
This line describes a physical indication that the lover is experiencing anxiety or discomfort during the affair.
For you to hold your breath and stare
The artist is transfixed on their lover, but also possibly feeling guilt or shame over their actions.
For [?] the luck for far too long
This line is unclear, but it suggests that the artist may have been taking advantage of their lover's trust or luck in avoiding detection.
The world that you know it is gone
The singer recognizes that their actions have changed their world in a significant way.
In preparation for your sin
The artist makes preparations for their illicit actions, perhaps indicating that they recognize the moral wrongdoing of their situation.
You struggle to pull off your ring
The singer attempts to conceal the fact that they are married, or hides their committed relationship from their lover.
She knows you're a cliché
The singer's lover recognizes that they are a stereotype, and that their situation is unoriginal and predictable.
You split your women into two
The singer delineates between women in their life, dividing them into two groups: those considered 'angelic' or wifely, and those considered as possible lovers or mistresses.
Angels first then prostitutes
The artist prioritizes their committed or monogamous relationship over their illicit encounters.
Your wife is going to fly away
The artist fears losing their committed relationship or spouse as a result of their actions and infidelity.
Your lover's going to make you pay
The singer recognizes that their affair will come at a cost, potentially due to its emotional or financial toll on the singer or consequences for their spouse.
You think you can have it your own way
The singer is self-deluded in believing that they can continue their affair without repercussions or consequences for their lifestyle or relationships.
Play host at your own cabaret
The artist views their life and relationships as a performance or act, with them as the central host or character.
But when the curtain falls
The artist acknowledges that their actions will eventually have consequences, and that their 'act' will end or cease.
They leave you spotted and alone
The artist recognizes that their actions may lead to them being exposed or discovered, and that they may be ostracized or abandoned as a result of their behavior.
You thought that you could take a bite of your mind
This line is unclear, but it suggests that the singer is attempting to wrest control over their thoughts or decisions, possibly to rationalize or justify their affair.
Many miles away from the day to day crime
The artist is seeking release or escape from their monotonous, unfulfilled life, possibly through a sense of rebellion or disproportionate action (the 'crime' here is not literal).
Pure [?] and darkness untold
This line is also unclear, but it may indicate that the singer is seeking out an alternative or unexplored part of themselves or their life through the affair.
It's a lust that tarnishes too quick
The singer recognizes that their actions are motivated by sexual desire or physical pleasure, and that this type of motivation is fleeting or temporary.
You've done the deed and you feel sick
The singer experiences guilt and remorse over their actions, potentially recognizing the moral and emotional damage caused by their affair.
You smell nothing but an unknown scent
The artist's surroundings or situation is unfamiliar and unsettling, perhaps indicating that their affair is slowly losing its appeal or novelty.
You've spent more than you can spare
The artist's affair is becoming physically and financially taxing, indicating that their situation is unsustainable or becoming more difficult to maintain over time.
Writer(s): tim cole, ian bruce
Contributed by Ella S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.