Watching Chronixx perform for the first time was a physical ordeal.
So dense were the crowds inside London’s Scala that scrummaging skills were needed to force a way from the bar area, through fire doors, into the auditorium. And from a teeming balcony, a sight of the stage could only be maintained from the balls of the feet.
It was then I realised the scale of the underground following for a young Jamaican musician who held the crowd transfixed with a mature stagecraft and a songbook of depth and quality.
So dense were the crowds inside London’s Scala that scrummaging skills were needed to force a way from the bar area, through fire doors, into the auditorium. And from a teeming balcony, a sight of the stage could only be maintained from the balls of the feet.
It was then I realised the scale of the underground following for a young Jamaican musician who held the crowd transfixed with a mature stagecraft and a songbook of depth and quality.
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