Does the shoe not fit the foot? Mancunian wordsmith ARGH KiD delves into the eclectic, unstifled and original for his forthcoming Derelict Dreams EP (Out September 9th), and he couldn’t seem more at home.    


Recorded at Editors’ Justin Lockey’s studio, the self described concept EP is littered with queries of serious intent: “In hindsight, were we right?” “Does the shoe not fit the foot that kicked her to the curb?” “Where are you from?”

The bones of said intent are unclear at first.

Does ARGH KiD (real name David Scott) want to draw attention to unsettlement? Hostility? Outcastery? The answers become clearer as each song progresses: all of them, plus more.

‘Tearaways’ is a nostalgic testament to 90’s Jazz Hip-Hop, with the lyrics reflecting on the rag-tag memoirs of simpler times that get more complex by the bar. As the story moves forward, breakups and drug abuse fade the laughs to grey, with the stunning cover art photo by Tish Murtha serving as the perfect visual representation. 

‘Reunion’ allows insight into past traumas, which to confide in the listener takes an admirable level of transparency. A growling bass riff acts as the pulse of the track throughout, going hand in hand with the primal anger that Scott is expressing – apparently this is uncharted territory for ‘spoken-word’. Said who?

‘B. Boy’ is a musical redo of spoken-word release ‘Beige Boy’, with a symphonic arrangement elevating the emotion involved in the impact of racial identity that the original missed. Tales of a childhood yearning to fit in is replaced by the understanding of immersion within culture, confident in the fact that preventative knockbacks are only really presented by the ignorant.

Whilst the songs are highly addressive of societal & personal issues, Scott avoids dousing himself in misery, as there is plenty of space for tongue-in-cheek situational awareness, with wry commentary on difficult situations showcasing the endearing side to his art; a trait which is synonymous within working class poetry

A lot is said and done within the Derelict Dreams EP, as Scott creates endless food for thought and talking points, which the vast majority of modern day artists could (and should) only strive to achieve. It’s hard to believe that these deeply intuitive stories of experience only take place within a cool nine and a half gift-wrapped minutes. 





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