A few things happened in the making of this mix: 1.) I got lost down a SoundCloud wormhole in which I randomly discovered a lot of British talent, and 2.) I started actively studying the so-called “classics” of modern music. The first point is just to explain all of the British accents you are about to hear on this tape. The second point has sparked a much more profound change in my music listening habits. Hearing the standards of a Joni Mitchell or a Stevie Wonder has made me consider the ingredients that go into “timeless” music, and it has forced me to reevaluate and recalibrate my thinking on current trends as I compare them with those of yesteryear. Of course, through all of this pondering, I got no real answers. I have yet to crack the full formula for timelessness, but I know a key ingredient is brutal and pure honesty that is representative of the time in which you live. GODSPEED is focused on delivering in that regard, and hopefully, the resulting mix captures the angst and unease you would expect from music in these uncertain times.
I was alright ’til they took me off my medication, started slagging off my generation, and I don’t know why
And now all night, sitting talking ’bout a revolution, c-c-coughing up the p-pollution, and I can’t breathe right
NOTE: Original image of Gustav Metzger. Edit and design by Arjun Grover.
They say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, and that is the crux of “Conundrum,” the latest single from British singer-songwriter Hak Baker. Over mellow guitar plucks, Baker fondly reminisces on his perfectly imperfect upbringing in east London. What makes this song particularly special is the level of detail offered by Baker, as he effortlessly paints vivid scenes of selling weed (“to make your pocket money bigger”), running from police (“no, we don’t trust them”), and leaving his mom’s place (“I was tired of the beatings”), among other things. It’s a strange type of song that will either have you shedding tears on your keyboard or smiling stupidly to yourself as you remember your own degenerate youth.