Peckings by Skew: A Deep Dive into UK’s Electronic Vibes
Alright, so I’ve been spinning Peckings by Skew lately—it’s one of those albums that kinda sneaks up on you. Released back in 2014 on The Bush label, this deep house gem doesn’t try too hard to impress, but it does anyway. It’s got that raw UK electronic vibe, where everything feels understated yet totally absorbing. If you’re into tracks that make you nod your head while zoning out at the same time, this is your jam.
Now, let’s talk about the tracks because not all of them hit the same way. For starters, “Og18” is straight fire. Like, I don’t even know what OG stands for (Old Groove? Original Gangster?), but it doesn’t matter. The beat has this hypnotic shuffle to it—kinda loose but locked-in enough to keep you moving. There are these little synth stabs that pop up every now and then, just sharp enough to catch your ear without being overkill. Honestly, it’s the kind of track that makes me wanna grab a coffee and sit by a rainy window… or maybe hit up some dingy club with bad lighting and good vibes. Either works.
Then there’s “Peckings,” the title track. Man, this one sticks with you. It’s like Skew took all the elements of deep house—those warm basslines, subtle hi-hats, and moody atmospheres—and stripped them down to their essence. There’s something about the pacing here; it’s slow-burning but never boring. Around the halfway mark, this distant vocal sample fades in, barely audible, but it adds this eerie layer that pulls you deeper into the groove. By the time the track ends, you’re left wondering if you imagined the whole thing. Weirdly satisfying.
The other tracks, “Lockdown” and “Legome,” aren’t bad either—they hold their own—but they didn’t leave as much of an impression on me as “Og18” and “Peckings.” They’re solid background tunes though, perfect for when you’re folding laundry or pretending to be productive.
What really gets me thinking about this album is how unassuming it is. Skew isn’t trying to reinvent deep house or anything—he’s just doing his thing, crafting tracks that feel lived-in and real. And honestly, isn’t that what music should do? Make you feel something without shouting about it?
Anyway, fun fact: listening to Peckings makes me crave chicken nuggets. No idea why. Maybe it’s the name? Who knows. But hey, if an album can make you dance and hungry, that’s gotta count for something, right?
