It’s my pleasure to knock down the first weekly item of the blog. It has been baptized and named IMMY DI DANCEHALL. As the name implies, this column will be me, Immy, covering everything that has to do with dancehall culture. I’ll try to touch grounds with the history of dancehall, particularly the progress of the current emerging electronic dancehall upswing and its branches, plausible culture exploitation by a couple of certain cocksure American music labels and the crummy sides of this music movement that has fostered in Kingston. Don’t kill me when I delve my dagger into other subjects such as grime, reggaetron, baile funk and trip-hop. This is going to be be my discreet outlet where I indulge myself in booty music – the literal kind, not to mistaken with Miami bass – and get kushed on this music to the fullest! If you have any calls on topics I should cover please don’t hesitate to get in touch with me.

The entire concept of this column might sound far-fetched to some of our readers. I request these absent minded characters to have a little look around and get a grip on the current lie of the land. If you haven’t been ironically daggering (more about this sinister hype in a later article) to one of the hundreds Pon De Floor remixes last year, you’ve certainly been living under a cyclopean stone. Hopefully there is another group of readers who’ve already embraced the influx of African and Caribbean influences and wholly enjoy listening to the likes of Toddla T, Lady Chann, the Mad Decent roster and others, as well as some of the earlier bigger artists that entered the electronic and UK garage in the early noughties.  I play my trump card on a potential clique of readers who free-willed and enthusiastically listen to the big-league of pure dancehall and reggae. Vybz Kartel, Elephant Man, Buju Banton and Beenie Man to only name a few  of the golden calfs. I certainly hope that my future articles will satisfy the dancehall greasy grinds as much as the numskulls.

Brush off your shoulders, get out your Acapulco provision and shitty Sublime and striking Marley records to get in the mood and brush up your Jamaican, dat large. Mi link yu up wit da ragga and dub layta. Dey nuh odda way, mi lub!