I dug this gem out of one of my record crates this weekend. Far too often time takes the gloss off music. The albums you loved years ago seem so damn stale, and it’s disappointing, because at the time they seemed so important.

Big Soup is not like this. It’s still the brilliant album I remember it as. Before I even knew what drum and bass was, what trip hop was (or wasn't if you feel like arguing), anything about production or technique, I felt this album.

That’s what is especially good about listening to it again after all this time. It really is as good as I remember it.