This weekend I'm set to draw another enthusiastic tick on my bucket list at Tobacco Docks in East London. Acid Future Festival is in town and bringing with it the legendary and somewhat mysterious house crew Paranoid London. If you haven't heard of these guys before it's wholly down to the fact that they avoid all attempts at publicity and definitely not down to a lack of musical endeavour.
The house scene, in London especially, is a rare breed; one that is exponentially growing yet also gradually dying in it's original state. Although Paranoid London are often not even branded as House, irregularly amongst the techno bracket, their majestic basslines and sophisticated hi-hats go a long way towards reestablishing modern house in it's truest form. Think 80s Chicago, think acid, think resilience in the face of adversity and definitely don't think singlets and shuffling. Everything they do is just plain and simple perfection down to a T. Even the label print in that arcade style font makes me happy and also sad that I didn't think it up first.
In the wise but totally unrelated words of Mary Poppins - these are a few of my favourite things -