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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.
www.myspace.com/thecorrespondentsmusic
"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
What's Happened to Soho?
The Correspondents Lyrics
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Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
The landlord say your lease is up,
the council says you are corrupt,
either way you got to go,
to make way for a new Tesco
Unpick it at the seam
unravel and destroy,
decades of what has been,
wave good-bye to the whole damn scene
bye bye bye, my gin-soaked dream
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
People gathered 'round to watch as their small empire sinks,
Now empty rooms resound with the memories of a million drinks,
Then the brightest stars in the blackest night burn themselves out,
So the subjects all take flight,
It's over there can be no doubt
I know a few frequenters sit on the shelf
Regaling first-time histories they did not even live
In every group there's those that have nothing left to give
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Where do I go for a family
Of outspoken praise and dandies and queens
Bearded witty, bitter men
And acutely self-aware has-beens
Sharp blonde women that will throw your responses back in your face
Even the coy girls will put you back in your place
The wisest words will arise from an old rogue's wry smile
This is a place where no one cares about what you do
No one will ask, just carry the conversation through
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Where do I go (go)
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The Correspondents' "What's Happened to Soho?" is a melancholic ode to the gentrification of London's Soho neighborhood, a historically bohemian and diverse area known for its LGBTQ+ nightlife and revolutionary art scene. The lyrics reflect the displacement of the neighborhood's "reprobates," a term used lovingly to describe the eccentric and non-conformist inhabitants of Soho who are losing their homes and spaces to the forces of sanitized gentrification. The song mourns the loss of this once vibrant and free-spirited community, now giving way to chain stores and corporate gentrification.
The lyrics capture the desperate feelings of a community that is being erased, with the singer expressing dismay at the council's corruption and the landlords' greed. The verses highlight the methods by which corporations are taking control of the neighborhood, using tactics such as eviction and destruction of historic spaces. The song ends on a poignant note, with the singer left wondering where they will go to find a community that is open and accepting of all, highlighting the importance of preserving spaces that support individual expression and creativity.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Expressing concern over the changes happening in the Soho district.
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Questioning where the unconventional and immoral individuals will go if they are pushed out of the area.
The landlord say your lease is up,
The building owners are ending the lease agreements.
the council says you are corrupt,
The local government believes there are illegal activities happening in the district.
either way you got to go,
Regardless of the reason, the people must leave their homes and businesses.
to make way for a new Tesco
The area is being cleared to build a new Tesco supermarket.
They sanitize and clean,
The authorities are making efforts to eliminate the undesirable elements in the area and make it more respectable.
Unpick it at the seam
The authorities are dismantling the old district piece by piece.
unravel and destroy,
The authorities are gradually destroying the area and all its unique features.
decades of what has been,
The changes are erasing the thriving history and culture of the community established over decades.
wave good-bye to the whole damn scene
Saying farewell to the whole district and everything it represented.
bye bye bye, my gin-soaked dream
Grieving for the district and its associated dreams and memories.
People gathered 'round to watch as their small empire sinks,
The locals are saddened to watch their beloved district fall apart.
Now empty rooms resound with the memories of a million drinks,
The once lively and noisy establishments are now empty, and only memories linger.
Then the brightest stars in the blackest night burn themselves out,
Referring to the icons and famous people who lived in Soho, who have faded away.
So the subjects all take flight,
The local people are leaving the district in droves to find a new home.
It's over there can be no doubt
It has become clear that the district is finished and will never return to its original state.
I know a few frequenters sit on the shelf
Some of the old residents still remain and reminisce about the district, but they are no longer active members of the community.
Regaling first-time histories they did not even live
Some of the individuals are so attached to the district that they talk about historical events that they did not personally experience.
In every group there's those that have nothing left to give
There are some members of the community who are resigned to the fact that they can no longer contribute to society in the way they once did.
Where do I go for a family
Asking where the resident can go for a community that fits their needs.
Of outspoken praise and dandies and queens
The community should be unapologetically free-spirited and eccentric.
Bearded witty, bitter men
The community should be home to quirky and humorous individuals.
Sharp blonde women that will throw your responses back in your face
The community should include assertive and witty females who are not afraid to speak their minds.
Even the coy girls will put you back in your place
Even the most reserved individuals in the community are still confident enough to stand up for themselves.
The wisest words will arise from an old rogue's wry smile
The community should celebrate the knowledge and insight that comes with age and experience.
This is a place where no one cares about what you do
The district should allow individuals to be themselves without fear of judgement.
No one will ask, just carry the conversation through
The community should value social interaction and stimulate conversation and debate.
Where do I go?
The individual is still searching for a new community that can replace the loss of Soho.
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Repeating the question of what has happened to the beloved district.
Where will all the reprobates go?
Repeating the concern over where the unconventional individuals will go if they are pushed out of Soho.
Where do I go (go)
Repeating the question of where to go.
Where do I go?
Reiterating the search for a new community that can replace Soho.
Where do I go?
Ending the song with the same repeated question of where to go without Soho.
Contributed by Xavier C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@acid3754
[Hook]
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
[Verse 1]
The landlords say your lease is up
The council says you are corrupt
Either way you got to go
To make way for a new Tesco
They sanitize and clean
Unpick it at the seam
Unravel and destroy
Decades of what has been
Wave goodbye to the whole damn scene
Bye bye bye, my gin-soaked dream
[Hook]
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
[Verse 2]
People gathered 'round to watch as their small empire sinks
Now empty rooms resound with the memories of a million drinks
Then the brightest stars in the blackest night burn themselves out
So the subjects all take flight
It's over there can be no doubt
I know Soho is a parody of itself
I know a few frequenters there sit on the shelf
Regaling first-hand histories they did not even live
In every group, there's those that have nothing left to give
[Hook]
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
[Verse 3]
Where do I go for a family
Of outspoken praise and dandies and queens
Bearded, witty, bitter men
And acutely self-aware has-beens
Sharp con women that will throw your responses back in your face
Even the coy girls will put you back in your place
And a select few will defy our fashions and show you style
The wisest words will arise from an old rogue's wide smile
This is a place where no one cares about what you do
No one will ask, just carry the conversation through
[Bridge]
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
[Hook]
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
Oh no, what's happened to Soho?
Oh no, where will all the reprobates go?
[Outro]
Where do I go (go)
Where do I go (go)
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Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
@BoredomBee
This man could play both the Riddler and the Joker in the same movie without even changing outfits and I would believe both performances.
@succthinemother2058
Legit
@SuperDarkLord7
Was about to type the exact same thing!
@Switcher1972
This guy could play Lovecraft himself. ^^
Lovecraft would not approve, of course.
@cristian-ionutapostol8018
@@Switcher1972 Yeah but fuck Lovecraft xD
@znightowlz6585
Well not joker. Joker is more cynical and more twisted and unstable
@feytrickster4915
I'm convinced that this man is some sort of primordial chaos god.
@NerdStuffing
I refuse to believe anything else now
@logger8498
I would make sense
@itsrandom296
You don't need to get convinced you need to know