Elsewhere on this site there is a wonderful review of a **Kings Of Convenience** gig at the London Union Chapel where DiS writer Joe Wisbey makes the point that common rooms all over the country are being filled with the sound of UK garage music.

Am I just being incredibly optimistic in believing that the nation's sixth formers are at least clever enough not to be allowing this cack to be blaring out of the room's stereo system?

I think I probably am because this is apparently going to sail to number 1 in the charts. Judging by the amount of times I've flicked past The Box and seen it on in the last fortnight, this prediction is almost certain to come true.

So, who the hell are they? Well, **So Solid Crew** apparently have about 79 members. This single is therefore proof apparent that too many cooks do indeed spoil the broth. In this case, there's so many of the herberts that they've not just spoiled the broth, but the whole bloody pot they're cooking it in too.

_21 Seconds_ is a dreadful pop record. Starting off with the type of keyboard bleeping that could not have been worse if it was tapped out by a 6 year old on a Casio, it doesn't get any better as one of the 79 herberts launches into a repetitive rap about how he's got 21 seconds to go, 21 seconds to flow. The voice will seem familiar because it sounds exactly the same as every other UK garage vocal you will have heard in the last 18 months. It's that extraordinary mid-Atlantic voice which tries so desperately hard to sound as though it's coming from someone who's suffered a hard life growing up on the streets of Brixton or in the run-down section of the Bronx, when in reality they're more likely to have had a grammar school education in Hampshire.

What it all adds up to, in fairness, is a record which isn't quite as bad as _Do You Really Like It?_. Then again, it's a desperate excuse for a compliment if ever I heard one.