My relationship with dubstep dates back about a decade. I left school in Glasgow in 2005 and thought I'd go to university, but was too busy drinking cider in the park to decide what to study, or where. I'd often end up at hardcore shows, but eventually got bored of what they had to offer. Then I discovered clubbing. I was living in an entirely different country from the one that I felt was spawning everything new and exciting in British dance music at the time, but sneaking into parties underage I was able to hear some of the DJs who were playing at the London nights I desperately wanted to go to: FWD>> at Plastic People, and DMZ at Mass.
Around that time, I got a job in the budget music shop Fopp. "Let us buy some of this music in," an employee and I asked. "You can have five CDs, OK?" they replied. "Then, if they sell, we'll see." We ordered Skream's debut album, the first Tectonic Plates compilation, Burial's debut album, Dubstep Allstars Vol. 4, mixed by DJs Hatcha and Youngsta, and the Mary Anne Hobbs-curated Warrior Dubz compilation. They sold out almost immediately. Hundreds of miles away from the epicentre of this sound, there was an appetite for it – my own almost aggressive in its confidence. 'This is the most fucking incredible thing I have ever heard,' I would think, and still do.