Opening with the most familiar trademark you never fucking heard, the quiet storm and unknown force that is Hackney’s last true patron, Henny Knightz, presents Aston Db5.

Before we delve any further, it is essential that you in no way attempt to evaluate the following work without headphones. The wealth of production present simply cannot be experienced through average means. This music is gourmet, couture, pick your metaphor, just make sure it implies impeccably tailored art dredged from a furious flurry of fists inflicting experiences so cutting that the fact they can even be relayed musically is a minor miracle.

This review presents more than a mere release analysis. I have taken the opportunity to write it because I am dumbfounded by this prodigious talent, who works quietly in his room amidst the crumbling chaos that raised him. Living as an alternative human being in every sense of the word, Henny Knightz exists as a completely self created entity, managing to internalize the shattering of all necessary illusion and from those falling shards produce kick hits so rounded, sparse hats placed so meticulously within samples affected to such a degree that the ‘samples’ simply become his own.

His 10 year ascension has seen him consistently soundtrack and visually interpret the emotional evolution necessary to create a true artist. Whilst others bask in the fluorescence of entitlement and delusion, Henny emits a phosphorescent glow, with an ineffable flow that can claim no influence other than an unaffected character. What others may fail to see but what I refuse to allow you to ignore is that Aston Db5 is the most forthright statement the artist has ever made regarding an existence where he has more than met all the necessary requirements of being a true artist, yet continues to be overlooked by an audience too shallow to swallow.

““…larger than life, but I’ll stay by the window

creatively quiet not a slave to my ego,

that’s where I failed, I get seen as the weirdo,

and often overlooked like I contribute zero”

“I’m out of luck,

They said kindness is dread I should lock it up

I chose boundaries, pledged then I stiffened up

Say no to a beg, they get mad as fuck,

Pick your pennies up”

“Nuisance,

I’m trapped with you stragglers and users,

Hang around schmoozers and ‘pick me’ boosters

Come to me low, gain it all then you’re moving”

“Too lost in the acting and wishy wash

Made a dream off my Mac out in Hatton block

No excuses

In fact I can never stop,

Caj died

I defected and fell a lot

I’ve spent 10 years climbing, it never stops.

so if you think all the push back will knock me off,

you can suck my dick through a sippy cup.

I will never stop”.”