Friday, 9 February 2018

Brief 1: The Jump Up Crowd / Squat Raves



 

This picture endlessly entertains me as that's my brother with the denim jacket tied round him with his own 'bass-face' on. I'd like to think he's respectful of women and other people in general, although I overheard people mocking his shoes in the smoking area because he wasn't wearing trainers. This reinforced for me this idea that you have to look a certain way, anything outlandish or out of the tracksuit norm is mocked. This strong visual identity can be something I can challenge throughout this project.



Constantly I'm discovering some of my once favourite artists are just too awful to listen to, and by that I mean sexist, discriminative and downright offensive. Even little things like the misspelt words are nowadays making me cringe which is crucial, as I'm 'growing up' the scene just looks more and more childish, an army of immature grown men.

The underground element does lend itself to criminal activity especially with squat raves, there's a chance the police will shut it down, like they have done with this rave on the tube hosted by pioneer MC Harry Shotta, winner of the fastest rapper in Guinness Book Of World Records. This being an example of a very civilised 'shut down'.


Watching Vice's documentary 'Locked Off' and 'Britain's Illegal Rave: The Renaissance'

 


begs the question of morals surrounding 'illegal' raving. There are free parties however these usually play more Gabba and hardcore, Jump Up is usually played at indoor parties, industrial/ abandoned buildings especially in London. I've tried to find such parties in Leeds with no success. Going to a squat you put yourself in a position where you're at some form of risk of danger. There ares often questionably 'off their head' potentially aggressive crowds and especially as a woman you feel somewhat vulnerable. However the reason they put on such parties is to play the music, where they want in effect going to great lengths to worship the genre. These squat raves in London used to be more about the music, sharing the love of this with quirky interesting people but more and more it's becoming a violent drug fuelled chaos, where in clubs they oversell tickets and you get trampled or forced into a moshpit by drugged up teenagers who don't know what x-stepping is. 

Bringing back Jump Up's identity I may see if I can locate a warehouse in Leeds outskirts and see if I could film a video there.


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