
Normally, you wouldn't associate this blog with garage of any kind and I can't really confess to being any kind of expert, but I did grow up in a town that dedicated most of its club nights to cheesy R'n'B and Garage, so allow me to indulge you. Garage, as I knew it back then, seemed to be nothing more than a musical vehicle whose only purpose was to allow you to grind up against chavvy girls. The music masked the fact that you were wearing your favourite Ben Sherman and that you were actually a hormone crazy [...]