Review: The Correspondents – What’s Happened to Soho?

The Correspondents – What’s Happened to Soho? was the London themed and New York City themed (NYC themed) electro swing EP that was released digitally at the end of 2011. The EP was a United States/United Kingdom fusion of electro swing and jazz.

Ground Floor was the swinging opener for the EP which had that upbeat electro swing sound backed by cymbals and cello bass.

It’s the old time blues over something new. A little bit of something before the fine drum few. Take your seats for the band to bloom. This designated starters all The Correspondents got to impress. You can be the judge if The Correspondents digress. Deviate, falter or make you wait. The Correspondents hope that they can satiate.

What’s Happened to Soho? expressed the British viewpoints on gentrification of the Soho neighborhood with a sense of hopelessness and loss as the locals are actually effected by gentrification. All whilst simultaneously being derogatory towards the locals effected by gentrification. Gentrification has intentionally raised and effectively priced “undesirable” tenants out of their homes. The song was an elegy to fringe culture being eroded by in cities. The singer explains why the loss of this culture feels worthy of mourning. He expresses his own anxieties of misplacement.

Soho is an area of London known for its thriving nightlife and the world famous theatres as a hub of alternative and lower-class culture and particularly infamous for sex work and for a strong LGBT+ community presence.

In the words of The London Times “Times have changed, and Soho is on the front line of London gentrification.” And according to the Telegraph “Soho, they seem to have decided, is to be turned into the kind of place that only American tourists in their mid-50s think is interesting or edgy.”

What’s happened to Soho? Where will all the reprobates go? The landlords say your lease is up. The council says you are corrupt. Either way you got to go. To make way for a new Tesco. They sanitize and clean. Unpick it at the seam. Unravel and destroy decades of what has been. Wave goodbye to the whole damn scene.

People gathered around to watch as their small empire sinks. Now empty rooms resound with the memories of a million drinks. Then the brightest stars in the blackest night burn themselves out. So the subjects all take flight. It’s over there can be no doubt. Soho is a parody of itself. Soho is a former shell of itself. Few frequenters there sit on the shelf. Regaling first-hand histories they did not even live. In every group, there’s those that have nothing left to give.

Sharp con women that will throw your responses back in your face. Even the coy girls will put you back in your place. And a select few will defy our fashions and show you style. The wisest words will arise from an old rogue’s wide smile. This is a place where no one cares about what you do. No one will ask. Just carry the conversation through.

The two lines “Either way you got to go/To make way for a new Tesco” concisely summarize the way in which gentrification can be dehumanizing to those effected by it. Chain stores such as Tesco take priority over already existing homes. “My gin soaked dream” encapsulates what Soho has previously represented to creatives. He also poked fun at Tesco, landlords, and the council.

The singer includes himself in the group of “reprobates” that are being pushed out of Soho for the sake of gentrification despite the fact that he mocked them. The use of the word “reprobates” to refer to Soho’s former residents. “Reprobates” is a word that within the philosophy of Calvinism refers to people predestined not to live morally and therefore irredeemably destined for damnation.

Washington Square was a song about how Ian Bruce (Mr. Bruce) impresses a woman with his mating routine by showing her something no New Yorker will have ever seen. Washington Square was the New York City inspired electro swing song.

It’s better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. Just love the lust. You’ll have the leap without the fall.

Ian Bruce (Mr. Bruce) admits to his flamboyance and distinctive sense of fashion in Verse 1. One can tell and understand his distinctive sense of fashion from the costumes he designs to his signature dancing. Your best friend asked if Mr. Bruce is straight or gay. He can understand the question when he dances this way. He confirms himself that he is straight.

Some other little something might be coming your way. A little while later and up you slide. Sipping on your drink. Mr. Bruce making moves on the side. He has got to impress her with his mating routine. He will show her something no New Yorker will have ever seen. So he pulls out the peacock knees of surprise. She laughs and tells him that he sprayed sweat in her eyes. She puts her hand on his back and says, “Wow, you’re hot. You turn me on.”

The attraction between Mr. Bruce and her as clear as the ice melting in his glass. There was no need for questions to be asked. This is lust at first sight.

Mr. Bruce is in New York making out in the back of a cab. And she’s giving him her body to taste, touch, and grab. He is fulfilling a cliché. Ticking a box. The city gliding past them block by block. He never ever wants this cliché to stop.

Knowing that skyscrapers rise above, he could have sworn he felt a crazy little surge of love. The love of lust directed at you. Do you feel the same way too? Please tell me that you do and we can love lust the whole night through.

Bad Ragsaw Boogie was about a professor losing on his Middle American tour within a dusty old town that he decides to explore. While exploring that dusty old town, he discovered and found a new toy called the bad ragsaw.

The professor was losing on his Middle American tour within a dusty old town that he decides to explore. While exploring that dusty old town, he discovered and found a new toy called the bad ragsaw.

He had broken down the door of his toolshed. And he’d rummage through his chairs, lamps, tools, and old bed. When he overturned the tables something shiny caught his eye. He knew he had to take it home although he couldn’t say why. He had the bad ragsaw on display in the great exhibition with a ripped inside that said he had gone for a play. Hold the bad ragsaw and walk this way. Please hold the rad bag saw and walk this way.

Then a short, sharp squeal arose behind the screen. She arose with a smile. Tears welled up in her big brown eyes. “Well, quite the surprise.” she said.

The woman said, “I must have seen at least 20 people disappear behind his screen. All of them were looking like the cats that got the cream. But most of them were crying as if they wish they’d never been. My god, I won’t be able to have it as good again.” People say, “Can you re-create the fear for me in any other way?” The woman said, “No, nothing can give you more than a boogie on the bad ragsaw”

I rate this EP 5/5*****!!

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