An Appetite for Distrust/Shun

The roll-over of the wave of generations is soon complete, and we observe the grit and silt dragged up somehow has avoided the latest generation until the last point of maturity. Where previous generations have dealt with the lies of television and hollywood, to find that dystopia is the inevitable work in progress, the deepest betrayal is currently etching into the children and younger adults of today.

The understanding that they, like we, have been mis-sold PPI I mean an illusion of selfhood somehow equalling success.

In the fevered dreams of marketers, the selling of an idea of self-marketting is like finding the cash-cow that milks itself. Personality, the empty calorie of culture, is the property being sold to thousands and BILLIONS to those who lack emotional connection to others in simulation of a community. We have been fish that swim, and now we are all finding eachother caught on the net.

Problem is, only those who are sought out are being told they can be anything, and will do almost anything to remain in their provident niche.

Why we have become this is a matter of light pattern stimulated habits, albeit a long-story with vanished news articles. I will pre-qualify this by stating I will try to prove my reasoning. Until I can I will leave that stone unturned. For now.

Trash talk is the language of the internet, you may think that it is english, but all I see is sloganised emotivity and memes. When we take a measure of the average frenetic linguistics of our keyboard bashing contemporaries (it was hard to think of a kind word for them), we see a tenacity to win any argument inversely proportioned with the ability to form  reasoned,  well structured arguments. While this is nothing new and has been happening since the dawn of Tabloids, we do see a more personal hint of corrosivity; A need to wage vendetta on a qwerty-outlined, unemotional wall with all the impressionability of a formica worktop.

Where then, does this corrosion proceed?

A generation of orphaned cubicle-kids, who in their viable lives with unviable futures find a hint of things that scares them, insecurity. Show me any human who cannot guarrantee their futre and you will see a cut-throat in the making, and we are making a nation of them. Why this is the case I may only speculate, but we must secure this season against the tides of endemic uncertainty.

More to follow..


The power of E(U)gress

Egress, to exit a confined space, to leave.

This is addressed to you, whom ever it reaches, with the power to cast a ballot to weigh in on a big chunky choice. You’re tired, and everything you see, has had a screen pulled over it.

We humans have a tendency to paint our immediate worlds with whatever comes to hand. It seems natural, cause and effect being tangible to us.

Problem is, this is used against us.

Every day the pressures of the world are framed in a false bias, your media and news are made by people who care more for sales than truth.

All the venom and bitterness created that was being aimed at the Conservative’s unjust (and increasing numbers say stolen) leadership, has been recast;

As a blame game on a ladder you won’t climb for snakes directly above us.

The breeding of frustrations in the working to middle classes, by Banking collapses, pension reforms and housing price explosions, have removed from us a sense of power to shape our destiny. We are angry, toxic, and immune to false hope.

Or at least I hope we are immune to false hope.

Because how we vote depends on how informed our ambition in the world is.

Neo-fascist and bigoted politicians would have you afraid for the meagre slice of life you have. Like it was as though it was NOT arranged to be such a thin and unstable slice. Teetering, fearing every threat and seeking security. Everything that was promised to you by example of youth is stripped bare for the name of austerity, a rather outdated and destructive policy, even on the staunch and stalwart British peoples.


Politicians spin their lies and weave the screen.  All of a sudden it’s not about why they haven’t brought enough food to the table. It’s about the poor kids next door eating into ‘our’ food. Generosity replaced with territorial fear mongering.

I ask you, when has life in our memory been so casually trodden on by the banking sector, by big business. When have the Conservatives been SO flagrant in ignoring the demands of the public. Petitions and demands over and over, thrown out for technicalities.

The biggest threat to Tory-misrule, as it happens, is the E.U. I remind you now that we helped shape the E.U as the strongest country in Europe to survive Fascist warfare from World War 2. We were called on to draft the European Convention on Human rights, enshrined in the Geneva convention. That same Bill of Rights has stopped an ever increasing incursion of Tory-meddling and spying on the normal folk of Britain. Extradition to other countries with less developed law has also been stopped by the E.U for good people who deserve Fair Trials.

We have done so well, so far. We have kept enough of the U.K from falling into poor decisions. We were right not to fall for the Euro, but to turn back from the only people who can intervene legally if our country falls to corruption beyond redemption? is a False solution.

To fix the world, we must begin at home,
Burning bridges is a sure way to drown when the floods come.


Freestylers, a breakdown (of trust).

Now before I launch into this tirade I am deciding whether or not to restarting Scathing Praise, a pet project in which I gave the highs and lows of regular cultural contacts and experiences I came across.
As I am aware that this blog post may come across as a little harsh I ask you to keep in mind that this review is borne of personal experience, as opposed to personal opinions of anyone involved. This site is a professional exhibition of my work, but my experience that I am about to describe struck me at many levels including as a budding professional and passionate artist.

I am a big fan of ‘Old School’ Drum and Bass, breakbeat, funk and roots HipHop. I love most good examples of any genre, but I love to dance so you can see why I am led by beats in things 🙂

Freestylers are a musical bucket-list item for me since I first heard their album ‘Raw as Fuck’, and I still own that album in my archives even if the case has been cracked by being taken on holiday with me. So when I heard a big name from my personal music history of fandom were playing a local venue ON A NIGHT I MAGICALLY HAD OFF! Well you could register my love for the idea.
What I expected and what got were largely eclipsing concepts, as my money was taken and found myself at the upstairs venue of the financially troubled voodoo-lounge bar of Plymouth in Devon, U.K. The place was clean, largely, except for the slick floor that caused myself and at least one other person I saw to fall flat on their ass. Not cool, but there were signs up and the staff were trying.

The night was reasonable as expectations rose, sound quality was well balanced and the regular band stage area was a great place to have yourself resonated bodily by the bass and sub speakers. So far a top night, but I was worried.

The main stage area so many people were dancing on was normally reserved for the big acts with multiple decks or instrument playing rock bands, why was the secluded DJ Booth in the corner the only area ready for performance?
Wait till 1:00 A.M, the night having started at aroun 10:00PM, a bit long but if they all had to travel it would be worth it, right?
Now I am in my day job a normal bar-plodding cocktail maker, so what I was thinking was; “I’ve spent £15 on what was essentially local D.J’s so far. I can get the same elsewhere for a fiver or less, don’t let me down, Freestylers!”
1:00 AM passes, and I’ve drunk a little much, a further 40 minutes pass before we findout he’s snuck into the booth to begin his set!
Was a I let down? Monumentally. Don’t get me wrong, it was a great DnB Set (good D.J’ing and solid sound quality throughout, et al) but it wasn’t a ‘Freestylers’ Gig.

It was a ‘Freestyler’ solo D.J Set.

I barely recognised a single track from their catalogue I knew, it was mostly the D.J’s own preferred picks, which is fair enough..
I wanted the Freestylers
I PAID to see the Freestylers.
There wasn’t even a decent M.C or front man, the D.J did his work in isolation, barely interacted with the crowd. It wasn’t a gig, we may as well have had the radio on a BBC ‘takeover’ set.

This is coming from a years long fan who would always speak up for them, but after this friday gone, I can’t allow myself to recommend them as a gig to see, what was advertised was misleading and Artists with better sense (Cough, Pendulum) say if they are D.Jing or performing as a band and how many of them are going to each performance.

Sorry guys, but where was the the forth-rightness, and honesty I expected from roots based DnB Heros?

5/10 and less than expected, good night, overpriced into disappointment.

1st ever update!

Hello!, and welcome to the first (‘first’) update to my monthly blog, featuring the latest in views and events Wren Rock has a hand in, a view on or simply a joke to share about. This may convert up to a Vlog of sorts but honestly I don’t have that much time for make-up. A note to all readers out there, feel free to leave comments! the blogoshpere has been withering thanks to the onslaught of less articulate forms for writing, so do get in contact, challenge my views, asking questions and please do respect the views expressed by all as we are all seeking the best version of truth to be had.


It was my birthday, (AW!) yes this semi-aged masculinised humanoid has weathered 32 orbits of the nearest star WITHOUT BURTSING INTO FLAME, often. So? in the light of long-held (and rarely shared) ambitions, passions and such I created Wren Rock with a little help from co-creators who were in the mood to help. Having dabbled in spot-checking other peoples audio and music efforts, I couldn’t help but realise I took great joy and personal pride in helping other peoples work become the best they could possibly be. While I have had many years of closetted audio creation and production, and devised my own method of noise removal for audio recordings and signals, it felt better for now to help those struggling with the final stages of polishing their masterpieces with aplomb. So Wren Rock is effectively a birthday gift, a project and a business all for my own development and enjoyment, and I look forward to it!

Dub Pistols.
Dub Pistols have definitely been a presence underlining a lot of the club/gig nights across the UK whenever they tour. A dream combination of Reggae, Ska, Funk and Drum and Bass. Think if the Specials, The Prodigy and Faithless got in to a Jam. I count them as being one of the best acts to see for sheer presence and energy without the trappings (yet) of being mass appeal. Underground without being obscure, fun without being pop. Go see A.S.A.P I reckon.

Local to my locale on the 8th of this month coming, definitely need to go see! Creators of some of my favourite remixes, tracks and albums, these guys definitely are on my bucket list. N.B I don’t actually have a bucket list because I see them like new year resolutions, I’d rather just kill the boundaries and push on.

One Big Call.
BE BRAVE, I love you all to bits and I really hope whatever you do, you remember no criticism has value unless it helps you hone your skills. Share your work and remember success is in your satisfaction, not in public acclaim. If you want me to hear your work, Mail me at Queries@WrenRock.Org.
Peace Out!