Occasionally music needs no introduction. No words to describe its style, approach or effect. No genre tag or reductive label. Sometimes it is best to just let the music speak for itself. In fact that should be the case the majority of the time. Put the tune on and see how it moves you, physically, emotionally or mentally, or any combination of these. But alas words are all we are usually left with to describe the often indescribable. So, until a new language of human communication is discovered, here is a song.
A reminder of the hugeness of Canadian hip-hop/electro duo Thunderheist’s massive tune, the wonderful Missy-esque, bass-throbbing call to arms that is “Jerk It”, from a year or two back. If you missed it in clubs, you may have caught it in the strip scene of “The Wrestler” movie. If you missed it there, you may have caught it flying out of car windows at high volume, shaking foundations as it went. If you missed that as well, you may have heard it replayed in your dreams and not realised why the hell your booty was vigorously bumping the nasty, apparently of its own volition. It wasn’t, you were just subconsciously in the grip of the jerk. Dust it off fools, it’s about to go again.