Kendrick Lamar – good kid, m.A.A.d city

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Subtitled ‘a short film by Kendrick Lamar’, good kid, m.A.A.d city demands attention to a bigger picture and immerses the listener in a world far beyond their headphones, chronicling an adolescence spent torn between conflicting paths. Lamar narrates an expertly crafted tale of the draws, pressures and pitfalls of growing up around LA gangs, in which he depicts struggling with parental expectations and the moral dilemmas posed as a result of being a ‘good kid’ in Compton. From radio-friendly ‘Swimming Pools (Drank)’ to ‘m.A.A.d city’ which culminates with all the hallmarks of classic West Coast sound, K.Dot’s versatility and lyricism shines through, compounding his vaunted status as a skilled storyteller. To understate the quality and significance of this record would be easy, but this is arguably the most important hip-hop LP since Nas’ Illmatic. Produced with the verve and flair of a cinematic smash, yet retaining the uncompromising grit of Section.80, flawless execution of a compelling concept has been pulled off effortlessly by Lamar. Dr Dre’s latest protégé has fulfilled and surpassed all expectations, but not only that, he’s also placed Compton firmly back on the map.

Mercury Prize

With the levels of coverage given to nominees of the Mercury Prize, surely it wouldn’t be wrong to expect genuine excitement immediately ahead of the shortlist announcement? Such an expectation would be wrong. Mild cynicism and general apathy towards the Mercury Prize prevailed and was ultimately vindicated this year by the revealing of the safest shortlist yet. Not necessarily a bad collection of artists and albums, but a wholly predictable one. But does this indicate that Britain’s new music scene is dwindling and in decline?

Billed as Britain’s premier music prize, it makes little sense at all for the shortlist to be quite so predictable. The best of new music surely can’t be pigeonholed and predicted quite so easily? Ben Howard, soulful singer-songwriter, neatly fits into the slot usually occupied by folk songstress Laura Marling, with Michael Kiwanuka following him onto the shortlist on similar grounds, despite neither having produced a particularly exceptional record, but both having achieved some commercial success.

Alt-J’s An Awesome Wave and Jessie Ware’s Devotion, two of the more critically acclaimed nominations and quite possible the frontrunners for the prize itself are representative of exactly what’s wrong with this year’s shortlist. Despite both being noteworthy records individually and drawing upon different genres to craft fairly unique sounds, both could sit neatly side by side as part of a post-dinner party playlist without a single eyebrow being raised.

The descent of new music into an easily palatable collection of sounds is disturbing. However, it would only be worrying if that actually were the case. Does the Mercury Prize shortlist accurately portray the state of new British music? Is it any real coincidence that many smaller artists are routinely overlooked, when in order to be considered for a nomination for the Mercury Prize, a fairly substantial application fee is required?

The billed status of the Mercury Prize as representing the best of British music is clearly inappropriate given the barriers of entry which require less established artists to take a significant financial risk. Small artists could effectively be gambling away their entry fee in hope of a nomination, and given the increasing disillusioned reaction to the annual shortlist, why would some artists even bother?

The shortlist this year is not particularly exciting, but this does not mean that British new music is not. The connection between being willing to pay for a Mercury Prize entry and being an artist who has produced interesting music does not exist. Scaremongering over the state of new music on the basis of this particular shortlist is misguided and misleading. In order to be able to comment fully on British music at present, more is required than a swift survey of this sole sketchy shortlist.

WHY?

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Depression, disease and illness are explored at unnerving length by Yoni Wolf, the creative force behind Cincinnati alternative hip-hop outfit WHY?, on Mumps, etc., their fourth full-length release. Paradoxically, this record marks a new lease of life for Wolf as opposed to wallowing in morbid reflection, returning to rap having taken a measured sombre excursion to humourless gallows on Eskimo Snow.

Revelling in what is clearly his element, Yoni could assume a mantle far greater than ‘minor star’, effortlessly twisting fact and fiction to produce eminently quotable lines that form his sardonic yet sincere confessional narratives. Wolf explains that the use of embellishment and creative licence is central to accurately conveying the sentiment of the songs; ‘It’s based more on my emotional life than anything else. You might be painting a portrait of the Duke of whatever-the-fuck but you might decide to change his shirt colour from red to green, because it gives the background better, or you might decide to change the background to suit the colour of his outfit.’

 ‘Sometimes I’ll get into a character, which is part of myself. Like on ‘Shag Carpet’, that’s definitely a part of myself.’ Wolf’s characters expose the darker facets of himself, utilising fictional personas to give unforced straight-faced deliveries of painfully brutal yet revealing lyrics. On Alopecia, Wolf illustrated the lows by recounting ‘jerking off in an art museum john till my dick hurts’, whereas on ‘Strawberries’ (featured on Mumps, etc.) he is rejuvenated, embracing the inherent risk inseparable from living freely, rapping that ‘I don’t wear rubbers and I don’t wear sunscreen / I want to heat my hide, not hide under something’.

There’s a comic darkness bound up in Wolf’s wit, and he explains that crafting lyrics that seamlessly combine wordplay and phrasing while retaining the intended meaning and feel are the most satisfying. ‘I really like that line from ‘Shag Carpet’, when I thought of it I was like “yes!”: “teen night, over at the roller rink / Rehearsing slow lewd winks, nude, at the men’s room sink, y’all”. The way the alliteration and rhyming go, and the meaning – it explains who that guy is without having to describe him. My sense of humour tends to be dark and twisted sometimes, but that’s what it is. My favourite lines are the ones that make me want to laugh and cry at the same time.’

The level of honesty in Yoni’s lyrics reaches refreshing levels, to the extent that his use of fictional personas candidly reveals the multiple elements of darkness and vulnerability his unified persona, without him even beginning to feel a shred of self-consciousness. ‘That’s just what an artist is. That’s what an artist does for society; releases tender moments and sort of strips down things to a real form or exposes things. I think if you’re not being honest on even an emotional level, then you’re doing everyone a disservice. You might as well be selling sports socks instead of albums.’

Perhaps sheer openness combined with a talent for phrasing and communication is what makes WHY? appeal to a wide demographic, Wolf noting that their live audience is progressively ‘getting younger and younger’. But what is it precisely about frank insights into the life and mind of Yoni Wolf that attracts such a young and dedicated following? ‘I was asking myself that yesterday at my therapist’s office. What is it about me? I mean, there are things about myself that I feel are probably young and/or immature. I don’t know, maybe since I’m older and more seasoned than them, yet of the same generation. Maybe I’ve thought of some things to say that they haven’t thought of yet, but can relate to.’

Joey Bada$$ – 1999

“I’m a martian with an army of Spartans sparring with a knife in a missile fight” – more clearly than I could, Joey communicates on ‘Survival Tactics’ that he goes about his business a little differently to other young rappers. Unlike Chicago’s trap-rap Chief Keef or Odd Future’s militantly aggressive Earl Sweatshirt, New Yorker Bada$$  and his Pro Era collective hark back to the ‘Golden Era’, demanding lyricism and honesty, delivered by the boatload on 1999. Taking beats from MF Doom and stylistic cues from fellow Brooklynite Nas, 17 year old Joey builds on intimidating influences and somehow makes well-trodden ground sound like new pathways crying out for exploration, showcasing his unquestionable potential by showing emotional maturity and delivery more incisive than contemporary confessional rappers like Drake on ‘Pennyroyal’. Rap nostalgia hasn’t sounded quite so young, fresh or exciting in a long time.

Dirty Projectors – Swing Lo Magellan

The question of ‘what kind of songs does Dave Longstreth make best?’, which had previously been an open one, has finally been resolved. The answer is simple: pop songs. Flirtations with avant-garde R&B on Bitte Orca have been ended, with Dirty Projectors hopefully settling for the conventionally-structured quirky pop found on Swing Lo Magellan. From start to end, the record engulfs the listener in warmth; almost as if it were a film score reflectively soundtracking the embers of a dying summer. Alien-sounding harmonies combine seamlessly with traditional instrumentation to produce a collection of songs that sounds familiar yet compellingly unique. Pulled along to unprecedented levels of joy by the sheer sense of fun and self-aware humour present, on ‘Unto Caesar’ singers Amber Coffman and Haley Dekle mock one of Longstreth’s more obfuscated lyrics as he croons “Down the line/Dead the martyr’s morbid poetry”. Like a record you’ve been fondly acquainted with for years, yet somehow being like nothing you’ve ever heard before, Swing Lo Magellan ties together a vividly beautiful journey of the irrepressibly human themes of love, anxiety and elation.

Sparky Deathcap

Stepping out onto a stage with a ukulele and an overhead projector, Robert Taylor (alias Sparky Deathcap) cut a peculiar figure when opening for Los Campesinos! in 2009. Performing acoustic tracks backed by a stream of hand-drawn illustrations on a screen behind, tying together a cohesive multimedia narrative heavily underpinned by a wry sense of humour, this particular image is one that manages to capture many sides of a multi-faceted artist.

Motivating unusual modes of performance is more natural to Taylor than attempting to categorise his own varied body of work. ‘The main advantage is that people don’t really look at you when you perform, as you have this big screen to distract the audience.’ Labelling his work isn’t quite so straightforward; ‘it’s always a bad idea for an artist of any sort to try and invent labels for themselves (no matter how generic and vague) or categorise what they do too specifically. I prefer to produce the work and then see how everybody else defines it.’

One sense of defining an individual can come from examining how they differ from their peers. Now a full-time member of the band he once supported, Taylor differentiates himself by being able to contribute a wide repertoire of skills, from ‘sex rapping’ (a term faithfully coined by messageboard users to describe the method of delivery of Sparky’s lines in ‘By Your Hand’) to designing artwork for single releases and subscription-only ‘zine Heat Rash. In terms of peers who fulfil a similar role to Sparky as a solo artist, only one springs to mind; ‘Jeffrey Lewis is a genius and I’m a great admirer of his work. I used to fret quite a lot about how I could ever find a place as a singer-songwriter that incorporates drawing when he so completely dominates that role.’ 

Carving out a niche wasn’t the reason behind the adoption of illustrations into his live sets; ‘it was always something I did from very early on. My dad and grandpas on both sides are very talented artists and so I had a lot of encouragement. My dad used to bring home meters and meters of these concertinas of old green, dot matrix computer printouts from the planning department at Newcastle Council where he worked. I used to just spend all my free time doodling on that.’ In fact, the noble art of student journalism is to thank for reinvigorating Taylor’s enthusiasm for producing artwork later on; ‘I started producing comic strips and satirical cartoons for the student newspaper and that reignited my interest somewhat and upon graduating I just divided my time between music and drawing and working stupid, dead-end jobs.’

Clearly a natural progression for the singer-songwriter to use artwork to illuminate his music, but his comics stand somewhat distinct from his music, insofar as the humour is far more apparent upon first glance. ‘I think humour is quite a difficult thing to get right when you’re inexperienced. If you get it wrong you can turn your entire output into a joke.’ The source of inspiration for humour when used, does strike a chord, feeling more like wry observations than scenarios constructed for comedic effect alone; ‘I spend a lot of time travelling and sitting in airport departure lounges and coffee shops watching the world go by. Then suddenly you start to notice that everything in the world is totally bizarre and weird. Everyone’s just trying their best not to say something really crazy.’

Nonetheless, a dark sense of humour finds its way into the songs produced on the Tear Jerky EP, but is incorporated into a wider commentary, incorporating aspects of melancholia as well as just humour. Despite appearing distinct, both humour in comics and the pathos induced by his songwriting fit together cohesively as an interpretation of the world, where Sparky Deathcap finds his own place alongside his influences. ‘Regardless of medium it’s probably the way artists view and interpret the world around them that interests me. I like art that deals with the here and now, particularly, preferably in a wry, melancholic way. I find it weirdly comforting to be able to trace the same essence through the writing of Lorrie Moore, the poetry of Billy Collins, the art of David Shrigley and the music of David Berman. It’s as if your favourite artists are all sitting down for coffee and get on like a house on fire.’ 

Simian Mobile Disco – Unpatterns

The path taken by James Ford and Jas Shaw on Unpatterns can be succinctly described as a second brave foray into the world of techno, though that would be understating the scope of their third full album release. But this record is all about understatement, or at least wielding the refined power derived from taking a subtler approach to electronic dance music than their previous outings.  Dispensing with high-profile collaborations that shaped the pop-electro-crossover which defined 2009’s Temporary Pleasure; big names like Beth Ditto and Damon Albarn come nowhere near the credits on Unpatterns. In fact, the feel of the record is antithetical to the title of Temporary Pleasure’s lead track ‘Audacity of Huge’. This doesn’t try to be huge; refusing to pander towards the commercial, but may well mark an audaciously shrewd step for Simian Mobile Disco.

Shunning the mainstream for more underground influences, at its best Unpatterns takes clear influence from Futuregarage productions, with the tropes of Rustie and Sepalcure making it onto the likes of ‘Seraphim’. Simian Mobile Disco are clearly separate from that scene, yet are able to use the familiar sounds to provide perspicacious reflection upon current underground trends, whilst maintaining a fresh perspective. The influences on the record are varied, with Cerulean opening in a manner oddly reminiscent of WHY? on ‘A Sky For Shoeing Horses Under’, before giving way to squirming synths and an unstoppable drumbeat fashioning a solidly geometrical tune. It stands out as a highlight alongside ‘Interference’; a track which surely soon be gracing dancefloors worldwide, with noodling synths reverberating over unrelenting rhythmic whirring to create a smooth showstopper worth shouting about.

To have utilised the sounds of the underground and continued with scholarly dedication to advancing the genre of electronic dance music without courting the commercial is admirable. However it’s lacking the hard-hitting punch that previous records have held with standout hits like ‘Hustler’; the moments of understated brilliance perhaps don’t vindicate the record as a whole. Requiring more punch to entice the casual listener, it feels like it’s exhausted its capacity for a hit on ‘Interference’. Not a record that will have many but the most dedicated listeners reaping its full rewards, though with the growing popularity of artists such as Burial, a more refined approach may breed success.

The Shins – Port of Morrow

Although four years have passed since The Shins last released a record, the stark directional change on ‘Port of Morrow’ may have come too soon for many fans. James Mercer is the sole remaining member of the original line-up and re-assumes the role of sole creative force, using this clean slate as a basis for greater experimentation. The injection of background layers of noise, distortion and whirring initially distract from the timeless Pet Sounds-influenced pop vibes which previous Shins outings exude by the bucketload. However taking on a fuller form hasn’t made ‘Port of Morrow’ any less enjoyable than previous records; the characteristic essence of The Shins remains intact, and hasn’t splintered during this Mercer-driven metamorphosis. 

Enlisting producer Greg Kurstin to create a more refined sound when compared to the lo-fi production on previous records has paid dividends for The Shins. Amplifying the self-confident poetic poignancy of Mercer’s lyrical wit above powerful soundscapes lends his voice unprecedented directness, no longer being obscured behind more rustic textures. This power is reflected in the booming delivery of the first single ‘Simple Song’, as warmth gradually envelops the listener as Mercer compares being overwhelmed by love to feeling “like an ocean being warmed by the sun”.                                                

Perfectly paced, the peaks and troughs of Mercer’s emotional path are laid out and fleshed out in a fashion that prevents this record being merely confined to a ‘sunny day’, as attempts to pigeonhole previous The Shins’ records have done so. The retention of the intimacy synonymous with The Shins despite new bolder sounds is what picks this record out as extraordinary amongst its contemporaries; balancing new-fangled eeriness and contemporary production with lyrical simplicity and emotional depth allows them to achieve this distinction with flying colours.

Despite ‘Port of Morrow’ being an experimental change for The Shins’ sound, all that is achieved is marrying archetypal Shins with contemporary musicianship and greater expansiveness. Which is no mean feat, but perhaps this record may not ‘change your life’ (in the words of Natalie Portman in GardenState), but this cannot detract from the fact that ‘Port of Morrow’ is exceptionally well-crafted and an early contender for record of the year.

Washed Out

Ernest Greene’s life has changed quite a lot since 2009. Posting a handful of demos online from a bedroom in his parent’s house in Perry, Georgia caused waves of excitement across the indie blogosphere, and he was soon being championed as the posterboy of the then emergent genre ‘chillwave’, propelling him into the limelight. Just months after posting an initial set of tracks online and subsequently producing two EPs in quick succession after unrelenting demand for new music, Ernest was embarking upon his first ever Washed Out show, in New York, which was ‘sold out, slam-full of people – and there was definitely a kind of stage-fright for me’. Being catapulted into the fore wasn’t the easiest of transitions to make for Greene; he explains that ‘there was kind of a dual feeling of being really excited to have people talking about music and coming out to the shows but also feeling some pressure. It’s been a trial by fire, learning on the go.’

Since his initial shows, Greene has gained the support of a band for live performances which comprises Washed Out’s current line-up, ‘I tried playing shows by myself but I wasn’t very happy with it. I’m more familiar with live music. I think it’s much more entertaining for an audience to have five or six people up on stage performing than just me… singing and all that.’ However, Washed Out’s new formation doesn’t distract from Greene’s creative primacy and ambitions, or even alter the lone bedroom producer perspective from which he creates his music. ‘If it takes 50 tracks to do the song, I’ll do 50 tracks, then figure out how to play it live after the fact. It’s in the back of my head when I’m writing, thinking about the different guys in the band. But I feel like my best work is completely outside that way of thinking.’

Attempting to label Washed Out’s music isn’t particularly easy, though self-effacing parody blog Hipster Runoff saved music journalists from arduous long-winded descriptions by terming the simple phrase ‘chillwave’ to describe the genre which Washed Out is now synonymous with. The multi-layered complexity of understated dance music married with elements of revivalism to create the deeply introspective soundscapes of 2011’s masterful Within and Without is surely not so easily defined. ‘I can say that I never aspire to make chillwave music, that’s for sure. I understand vaguely what it is and definitely that the music I was doing a couple years ago fits in with what the genre was about – this kind of lo-fi dance music that has a lot of obvious 80s references, that’s still very pop. Whether or not the music I’m currently doing or not is beyond me and I really try not to even think about it in those terms.’ Although perhaps there are valid comparisons to be made between bands also labelled ‘chillwave’, such as Neon Indian and Toro Y Moi, ‘It’s probably true that we share similar influences. We’re all around the same age and have grown up in similar situations, either listening to similar music or working with the same software, so maybe it’s not entirely unfair. There’s no doubt that that type of music has progressed over the last couple of years and has gone in various different directions – which is only natural.’

Escaping being confined to being defined by chillwave alone shouldn’t be particularly difficult for Greene; as he admits that ‘I come from a sampling background’, citing DJ Shadow’s Entroducing as particularly influential due to ‘the heavy psychedelic weight he has to his music’. Another large influence, clearly informing Washed Out’s hazy and introspective aesthetic, Greene explains is ‘Boards of Canada, who do a little bit of sampling, but the thing that I really loved and took a lot of ideas from is like how their records feel very organic. I hate saying ‘vintage’ sounding but there’s almost the songs decaying like an old cassette tape, which I’ve definitely taken ideas from.’ Influences from 80s synth-pop form a key part of Washed Out’s constructions, but Greene is quick to differentiate this from ‘just pure revivalism’. ‘I definitely don’t want to just rehash ideas. In the best cases, revivalist music is taking ideas from two different generations or two different styles of music and bringing it together, where it’s creating something new. It’s definitely influenced by the past, but not just repeating what bands were doing back then.’

Further metamorphosis is on the horizon for Washed Out, perhaps not in terms of how they line up, but an evolution in their sound. Ernest explains that he creates music and progresses by ‘just kind of challenging myself to do things I’ve never really done before. I think a lot of the time that happens in a very unconscious way and whether it’s a mistake that I stumble upon or via experimenting, something that’s unfamiliar feels to me the best way to go.’ The difficulty in preserving the sound cultivated and grown over the past two years whilst allowing this level of experimentation is one certainly noted by Ernest Greene and the direction he chooses to take Washed Out in is as yet undetermined; ‘I think there is such a thing as a sound I’ve created and I want to continue to honour that but do different things with it. I never want to repeat myself – it sounds easy, but is quite difficult, having that attachment to the past but making bold steps towards the future.’

 

Los Campesinos!

Los Campesinos! may one day come to be defined by the sound of twee-like euphoria that follows agonising build-up, present in the opening of ‘You! Me! Dancing!’, an early track re-emerging into public consciousness through its prolific use in recent Budweiser advertising campaigns. This isn’t the image that the band aspires to and their dedicated fanbase would likely vehemently disagree, but it’s not too far off the mark – though the twee description certainly is. Hello Sadness, Los Campesinos!’ latest record, like the beginning of ‘You! Me! Dancing!’ is an exercise in cathartic release following a period of unsettling tension; this time in lead singer Gareth Campesinos!’ life as opposed to within the sonic arrangements.  Gareth explains that “the record is very much centred around a break-up and reacting to it – different stages of hatred, despair, attempts at reconciliation and reconciling things with yourself”. The remit of this record; the exploration of anguish inextricable from emotional pain lies in stark contrast to the cherryade-fuelled parties, awkward dancing and pain induced by sticking fingers into sockets that formed the basis for their earliest lyrics. It’s clear that seven-piece outfit Los Campesinos! have grown up and matured, and although their evolution has been gradual and publically displayed through their releases, little embodies their complete departure from purportedly twee roots quite so clearly as Hello Sadness does.

Though sharing is something Los Campesinos! routinely engage in through extensive use of social media, be it the minutiae of tour meals or expounding feelings of hatred held towards Joey Barton, Hello Sadness opens them up to a whole new level of transparency. Gareth explains that ‘I can only ever really write about what I know – I admire a lot of songwriters who can think in a fictional manner, but I just don’t have the imagination to be able to do that kind of thing.’ Having gone through a break-up just prior to recording Hello Sadness, the immediacy of emotion is apparent in the lyrics with Gareth admitting that ‘I find it really difficult to sort of sit down and be like ‘ok I’m going to write a song’ – when I do decide to write, it’s usually because I have to, things are getting late.’ Written in the midst of an emotional whirlwind, the candidness and brutal honesty inseparable from Gareth’s writing methodology lends remarkably raw power to the lyrics found in Hello Sadness.

Their last release, Romance is Boring, was self-described as a record covering ‘sex, death, the body and football’, themes which re-emerge on Hello Sadness. ‘Obviously they’re themes that are always in the back of my head or whatever. I like repetition of imagery and ideas, and things from one song referencing something else that’s happened in a previous song. I like the idea that when we finish making music I’ll be able to piece all the songs together and see what bit applies to other bits and how it all fits together.’ Despite covering familiar territory, the imagery finds itself in a completely different context on this record, making it more affecting than ever before. Nowhere is this clearer and greatly amplified than in the heart-wrenching ‘To Tundra’, where the constructed image of bodies being taken to water seamlessly marries two themes prevalent throughout Los Campesinos!’ records. 

Morbidity appears to be a constant in Los Campesinos!’ penned lyrics; Gareth explains that ‘without realising it always I’ve got a preoccupation with the human body, the destruction of the human body.’ However, working part-time at a graveyard for Gareth is somehow distinct from this unconscious obsession. ‘When I’m working at the graveyard it doesn’t seem like a morbid place. It seems like a really pretty place with all the symmetry from all the gravestones. Most of the graves there, no one visits them, they’re really old and unattended. It feels nice that if it wasn’t for us cutting the grass down there it’d just be horrible. I see that as a happy place, it’s one of my favourite places to be; you can just listen to music and shut yourself out. It’s really peaceful.’ It seems as though full immersion in what is difficult for others to cope with leads to a form of release for Gareth, venting of feelings paving the way towards inner comfort. The lyrical directness of Hello Sadness embodies Gareth’s attempts to find peace in the face of post-break-up angst, allowing ordinary life to resume without being unbearably plagued by the issues explore.

Greater commercial success isn’t out of the question for Los Campesinos!; a recent appearance on The Late Show with David Letterman manages to apex a previous claim to fame of ‘having our band poster appear on The Inbetweeners’ and the public awareness of Los Campesinos!’ music is exponentially increasing due to wide exposure through inescapably ever-present Budweiser advertising campaigns. Gareth can’t help but beam with pride as he explains that with ‘a lot of people I know from home, football and stuff, it’s kind of difficult to explain to them that being in a band is what I do for a job and even though we’re not famous it’s not a hobby. It’s a proper thing and we’ve been doing alright for ourselves. You can’t really explain that unless you have a Budweiser advert.’ It’s a far cry from Gareth’s earliest attempts to promote the band, being afflicted by the often debilitating burden of Football Manager addiction, he explains that the Sports Interactive community forums were ‘the first place I ever posted a message about our band, before any music site, that’s where I went to do it.’ Although Los Campesinos! have matured, with Budweiser and greater public exposure on their side they’re not yet done growing, with a committed fanbase likely to expand further. The project is only just beginning, with Gareth proclaiming that ‘we’re more excited than we ever have been.’