Cargo Records

Bangers and Beans

Ladies and germs, boys and gorillas, please put your hands together for the prince regent of doom, the dark pearly king of clubberland, cockney wanker and all-round negative tosser - Aleister X.

A colloquial nightmare who has spent years honing his unique musical style on the back streets of Brixton, in the shebeens of Shinjuku, the shanty towns of Brooklyn and warehouse parties in Kingston, Jamaica, Aleister X has long since retired to his dark little flat on Tollinger Lane. And there he sits, contemplating whether to go down the club and see his so-called mates - Tommy, Malcolm, Stevie and Joe - but, on reflection, usually thinks the better of it.

The boom-bap-bip-bop of his debut EP, Bangers and Beans, is a rallying cry for greaseballs and losers synced to the rhythm of Lionel Blair’s tap-dancing shoes and powered by lines of Vim and Omo. Aleister X adds darkness to blackness and takes the musichall to the dancehall, engaging in some old skool Arthur Askey clowning along the way. This is the sound of light entertainment back from the dead and at its very best. So put your dancing shoes on, listen up, and get in touch with your dark side.

“Recorded in Kingston, Jamaica armed only with some cheap beats and a spud-sized chip on his shoulder, Aleister X turns his pissed-off dole-skint bedsit rants into a one man party on this amyl-sniffing hooligan banger. Part snotty English punk, part New York nightlife freak anthem, DIY electro daftness never sounded so much fun.” Ben Myers for Bizarre Magazine