The guy who goes by the name of SKiNNER. He is 19 year old. He is from Dublin. He just released SKINT, a poetry record which endeavors to portray raw emotion rather than that perfect note. But most of all, he's just pretty good to listen to. We'll explain why below. But first, here's SKiNNER...
SKiNNER is anyone who's pissed off. I stand for music that is frustrated and imperfect, dirty and scummy with a little bit of jazz thrown in.
To stop being skint?
Don't buy cigarettes, they're too expensive. Stick to rollies.
Do all your music production yourself.
Work a shit minimum wage job.
Probably Shit Night Out because the sample of the people talking in the background during the breakdown is actually the aftermath of a fight that broke out between my friend and this 45 year old cunt who punched him in the face outside a chipper for almost no reason. I like that song because I think it sums up what it's like going out and having a really shit time because everyone is so fucked up on drink and drugs and violence.
Christ I dunno. In my final school year graduation ceremony we all went drinking in a field afterwards and these scummy guys made this huge bonfire and started burning everything in sight until eventually they ran out of trees and sticks to burn, so they just fucked this massive wheelie bin into the fire, burnt it and the took turns dancing and jumping over the fire. That's all that comes to mind really.
It's the music you wanna hear when you're trying to grasp the essence of life. Real rough, ready, cheap poetry which tells the story of so many young people. But SKiNNER isn't necessarily trying to define the sound of his generation, he's just being it.
Remember our friends in the Dublin Lo-Fi Collective? Now meet SKiNNER, split up charmingly with small exerts of youthful Irish noise, SKINT is the simple run down of a young Irish man's life. Small stories told on the bus home, 8 quid shots and brawls outside of chip shops, it's all stuff we've noticed a hundred times but not been able to articulate in our own way. A bit like what Only Real has managed to achieve with the dream guitar, bouncing basses and the quick-wit rhyme, SKiNNER pursues a very similar style and life just at the other side of the Irish Sea.
SKINT is a serious collection of nine very topical tracks on youth culture in Ireland today. "We just want something to do", cries SKiNNER on Dolo's Wall. But the truth is there is quite a lot to do, especially if you take this record at face value. It gives off the cool impression of drug taking and nonsense that so many people want to relate to. And where there are a lot of groups who represent this and execute it nicely, SKiNNER too gives us those rough and ready social commentaries as heard on Amber, Bus Home, Shit Night Out, but he also does something which few of these bands can do; he's a talented song writer and even more talented musician.
You first hear it on Chair Kicker, the stand-out cleverly constructed song on the record, where there's a real sense of musicianship. It's where we can imagine SKiNNER going to after the furor of the quick-wit commentary runs dry. There's a moment in the track where he hits the tones perfectly..."and I'm aware it stinks of smoke [1.22secs]". That's where it all comes together. These few seconds are the sound of perfect potential, and for this reason alone everything seems to make sense about the guy who goes by the name of SKiNNER.