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Live Review: The Streets
UEA, Norwich, Monday 28th February
Fast-forward nine years: Norwich UEA, scene of the modern-retro ziggurat architecture which graces the cover of The Streets’ final album ‘Computers And Blues’. Skinheads everywhere, and The Streets’ days are numbered. ‘Fit But You Know It’’s furious, pounding guitar stabs induce onrushes of mayhem. Bouncers hungrily eye up an expanding contingent of potential troublemakers. True to his cheeky persona, Mike ain’t much help. “I can’t smell marijuana yet... Someone should just spark up,” he teases. “Don’t be shy – they all do it in Norway!”
The ‘OPM’-heavy setlist would leave only the harshest critic disappointed. A solitary snare drop is all it takes to ignite ‘Don’t Mug Yourself’ delirium, and the dirty organ pulse of ‘Let’s Push Things Forward’ jumps with the energy of a whole room treasuring it one last time. For a moment, it was the future, and before long it’ll be a figment of the past.
The Streets’ spirit, though, will live on: it shines brightly within Skinner-endorsed, don’t-call-it-post-grime MC Ghostpoet for one; and in view of Arctic Monkeys’ phalanx of imitators, we’d wager Skinner DNA will be at the roots of peculiarly intriguing flowerings 20, 30 years from now.
Back in the infancy of a decade that never quite grew into its potential, The Streets pushed things forward like no other. And sure, there’ll be those who say Mike’s post-‘A Grand Don’t Come For Free’ output reeked of cod philosophies and stale humour. But as ‘The Escapist’ swells and surrounds Norwich UEA for the last time, there’s a sea of hands, a chorus of voices, that wouldn’t have it any other way.
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