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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
Tonight
The Correspondents Lyrics
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But I may just have to play this one by ear.
Even though I kinda want to go,
I gotta think about tomorrow.
Brunch at 2,
With my brother and my nephew.
I throw caution to the breeze,
Will it bite? There are no guarantees.
The only thing I've got to do,
Is send a text to say I'm ill,
Rearrange for a week or two.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I've got a feeling about tonight.
I'll be up till morning light,
Up till morning light.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I've got a feeling about tonight.
I'll be up till morning light,
Up till morning light.
I can't stop looking at my phone,
I can't stop thinking about home.
I don't know who's club we're in,
Or where fun ends or it begins.
I know I need food but I wont eat,
The will to dance has left my feet.
I've lost all track of night and day,
I kinda wanna go but I wanna stay.
I kinda wanna go but I wanna stay,
I kinda wanna go but I wanna stay,
I kinda wanna go but I wanna stay,
I kinda wanna go but I wanna stay.
So it's late,
I'm talking sh-
I think I'm funny I must admit.
But when I eventually get to my bed,
I'm gonna remember the things that I said.
Not just to you,
But the taxi driver too.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I've got a feeling about tonight.
I'll be up till morning light,
Up till morning light.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I've got a feeling about tonight.
I'll be up till morning light,
Up till morning light.
Will this be another weekend,
To never forget.
Or come Monday morning I'm in a puddle of my own regret.
It looks like I'll have nothing to show,
But an unknown bruise on my left elbow.
But yes my friend,
I can't be in for next weekend.
I can't do this forever,
It's a fool who thinks be can.
Although I do endeavour,
To be the foolish man.
I can't do this forever,
It's a fool who thinks he can.
Although I do endeavour,
To be the foolish man.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I've got a feeling about tonight.
I'll be up till morning light,
Up till morning light.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I've got a feeling about tonight.
I'll be up till morning light,
Up till morning light.
(I've got a feeling)
(I've got a feeling)
(I've got a feeling)
Up till morning light.
I can't do this forever,
It's a fool who thinks be can.
Although I do endeavour,
To be the foolish man.
I can't do this forever,
It's a fool who thinks he can.
Although I do endeavour,
To be the foolish man.
(I've got a feeling about tonight.)
(I'll be up till morning light,)
(Up till morning light.)
The Correspondents' song "Tonight" is a tale of the internal conflict one faces when deciding whether or not to participate in a wild night out. The opening lyrics center on the apprehension felt by the singer, who is unsure if they want to participate in the supposed "party of the year" or prioritize their responsibilities for the next day, including brunch with family. Despite this, the singer decides to "throw caution to the breeze" and attend the party after all. The singer's excitement and anticipation for the night to come are reflected in the chorus, where they express a feeling about the night and declare their intention to stay up until morning light.
As the song progresses, it becomes clear that the singer is conflicted about their decision to attend the party. They can't stop looking at their phone and worrying about home, and the will to dance has left their feet. However, they still want to stay and make the most of the night. The singer also voices their preoccupation with the idea of regretting their choices in the morning and the desire to avoid it. Despite this conflict, they remain determined to have a good time, even if it means being the "foolish man" just for tonight.
Overall, "Tonight" is a relatable account of the inner struggle one faces when trying to balance fun and responsibility. The song's upbeat tempo and catchy chorus make it impossible not to dance along, but its lyrics also make it an introspective experience.
Line by Line Meaning
They say that this'll be the party of the year,
There's a lot of hype around this event, but I'm not sure if it will live up to expectations.
But I may just have to play this one by ear.
I'll make my decision to go or not based on how I feel in the moment.
Even though I kinda want to go,
I'm interested in attending the party.
I gotta think about tomorrow.
But I'm also conscious of the consequences of staying out too late.
Brunch at 2,
I have another commitment tomorrow, which means I can't stay out too late.
With my brother and my nephew.
I have plans to spend time with family tomorrow.
I throw caution to the breeze,
Despite my concerns about tomorrow, I'm willing to take a risk.
I'm stroking the night,
I'm enjoying the excitement and energy of the evening.
Will it bite? There are no guarantees.
But I'm aware that indulging in the night's pleasures might have negative consequences.
The only thing I've got to do,
I only have one responsibility - to let others know if I'm too sick to attend work tomorrow.
Is send a text to say I'm ill,
All I need to do is send a message to my boss saying I can't come to work.
Rearrange for a week or two.
I'll make arrangements to do the work later when I'm feeling better.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I have a strong intuition that this night will be memorable.
I'll be up till morning light,
I'll be awake all night, enjoying the party.
I can't stop looking at my phone,
I keep checking my phone for messages or updates from friends.
I can't stop thinking about home.
I'm missing the comfort of my home and the familiarity of my everyday routine.
I don't know who's club we're in,
I'm not sure which club I'm in or where I am specifically.
Or where fun ends or it begins.
I'm not sure when the fun starts or stops, everything just feels like a blur.
I know I need food but I wont eat,
I recognize that I need to eat, but I'm not in the mood for food right now.
The will to dance has left my feet.
I'm too tired to dance at the moment.
I've lost all track of night and day,
I'm so immersed in the party that I don't even know what time it is or how much time has passed.
I kinda wanna go but I wanna stay,
I'm feeling indecisive and conflicted about leaving the party versus staying longer.
So it's late,
The night has progressed far into its cycle.
I'm talking sh-,
I'm making jokes or talking nonsense.
I think I'm funny I must admit.
I'm entertaining myself with my own humor.
But when I eventually get to my bed,
When I finally leave the party and go to sleep.
I'm gonna remember the things that I said.
I'll recall the things I said or did at the party, whether regrettable or not.
Not just to you,
I'll remember not just what I said to a specific person, but to everyone I interacted with.
But the taxi driver too.
I'll even remember what I said to the taxi driver who gave me a lift home.
Will this be another weekend
I'm questioning whether this weekend will be memorable or just another forgettable one.
To never forget.
To be remembered for a lifetime as something truly exceptional.
Or come Monday morning I'm in a puddle of my own regret.
Or on Monday morning I'll be regretting the poor judgement and consequences of staying out too late.
It looks like I'll have nothing to show,
It seems like I won't have any tangible evidence or outcomes that I can point to from this evening.
But an unknown bruise on my left elbow.
Other than a mysterious bruise on my arm, there won't be much to recount from this night.
But yes my friend,
Despite the apparent lack of results, I will still acknowledge my friend's invitation and my decision to attend.
I can't be in for next weekend.
I'm already too busy or unavailable to attend another event next weekend.
I can't do this forever,
I recognize that I can't continue to live my life irresponsibly without any consequences.
It's a fool who thinks be can.
Anyone who believes otherwise is foolish.
Although I do endeavour,
Still, I strive to live in the moment and indulge in life's pleasures when they present themselves.
To be the foolish man.
To accept that sometimes, it's okay to be a little foolish.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I have a conviction that tonight will be a memorable experience.
I'll be up till morning light,
I'll stay awake till the early hours of the morning and enjoy every second of it.
Writer(s): tim cole, ian bruce
Contributed by Mason B. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Tonight
They say that this'll be the party of the year,
But I may just have to play this one by ear.
Even though I kinda want to go,
I gotta think about tomorrow.
Brunch at 2,
With my brother and my nephew.
I throw caution to the breeze,
I'm stroking the night,
Will it bite? There are no guarantees.
The only thing I've got to do,
Is send a text to say I'm ill,
Rearrange for a week or two.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I've got a feeling about tonight.
I'll be up till morning light,
Up till morning light.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I've got a feeling about tonight.
I'll be up till morning light,
Up till morning light.
I can't stop looking at my phone,
I can't stop thinking about home.
I don't know who's club we're in,
Or where fun ends or it begins.
I know I need food but I wont eat,
The will to dance has left my feet.
I've lost all track of night and day,
I kinda wanna go but I wanna stay.
I kinda wanna go but I wanna stay,
I kinda wanna go but I wanna stay,
I kinda wanna go but I wanna stay,
I kinda wanna go but I wanna stay.
So it's late,
I'm talking sh-
I think I'm funny I must admit.
But when I eventually get to my bed,
I'm gonna remember the things that I said.
Not just to you,
But the taxi driver too.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I've got a feeling about tonight.
I'll be up till morning light,
Up till morning light.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I've got a feeling about tonight.
I'll be up till morning light,
Up till morning light.
Will this be another weekend,
To never forget.
Or come Monday morning I'm in a puddle of my own regret.
It looks like I'll have nothing to show,
But an unknown bruise on my left elbow.
But yes my friend,
I can't be in for next weekend.
I can't do this forever,
It's a fool who thinks be can.
Although I do endeavour,
To be the foolish man.
I can't do this forever,
It's a fool who thinks he can.
Although I do endeavour,
To be the foolish man.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I've got a feeling about tonight.
I'll be up till morning light,
Up till morning light.
I've got a feeling about tonight,
I've got a feeling about tonight.
I'll be up till morning light,
Up till morning light.
(I've got a feeling)
(I've got a feeling)
(I've got a feeling)
Up till morning light.
I can't do this forever,
It's a fool who thinks be can.
Although I do endeavour,
To be the foolish man.
I can't do this forever,
It's a fool who thinks he can.
Although I do endeavour,
To be the foolish man.
(I've got a feeling about tonight.)
(I'll be up till morning light,)
(Up till morning light.)
CDgonePotatoes
Can we just take a moment to appreciate how smooth that move was at 1:42?
carallow tem
fuck yea! I was drawing and then saw this and just “stop. what?”
Miss Mano
Its fabulous
ThyOverlord
Too smooth he might as well have moon walked on Micheal Jackson's grave with that smoothness
Robyn Hejhal
Ever since I discovered this band, I've been completely enthralled by their music!
I CAN'T IMAGINE THE ENERGY IT TAKES FOR THE IAN BRUCE TO DANCE THE WAY HE DOES THROUGHOUT A WHOLE LOVE CONCERT! (He's BADASS!!!)
PrettyOkayMcKenna
this song is like a party song for introverts
LordBaneThePlayer
@Madeleine Curley Don't you dare take this song away from us introverts.
Madeleine Curley
I'd say it's more like a party song from an introvert's perspective. An introvert's party song would be about like rocking out with your potted plants through headphones.
The Bootyhole Bandit
I love his dancing, it's like a modernized version of swing but with his own personal twist
Kingfisher
Just like his songs :)