His own music, though, isn't really made to be listened to in clubs. ![]() I liked the mystery it was more scary and sexy, the opposite of other music." "I love that with old jungle and garage tunes, when you didn't know anything about them, and nothing was between you and the tunes. It's like the lost art of keeping a secret, but it keeps my tunes closer to me and other people."īurial's privacy stems from a fascination with what he describes as the "dark light" of UK club culture - enjoying music more the less you know about its makers. I don't read press, I don't go on the internet much, I'm just not into it. I can't step up, I want to be in the dark at the back of a club. "I've had someone say to me, 'Yeah, Burial's a girl. I would just sit there whispering to myself, 'Please don't put that on - or at least, don't say anything bad about it," he says, with a nervous laugh. I've had times when I've had mates sitting next to me and they've put my tunes on without knowing. ![]() But I had to hide that feeling, I didn't really have anyone to tell, apart from my brothers and my family - but that was all that mattered to me. "I was never expecting anyone to hear it," Burial says. So how did he celebrate, if no one knew he had anything worth celebrating? It became a word-of-mouth sensation far beyond the dubstep scene, appearing on the Guardian music site's "best of the best-ofs" list of albums, aggregated from all the other critics' end-of-year lists. His debut was clouded in pirate-radio crackle and cassette fuzz, the soundscapes dotted with the sound of rain, fire and distant voices. ![]() Which is appropriate, because Burial's richly atmospheric music leaves you feeling slightly removed from the tangible world. When Burial does turn up, he talks with incredible passion and sincerity - and does it so quietly that my Dictaphone barely picks up his voice, making him sound in playback like a ghostly presence. That guy crossing the road who looks like Brad from Neighbours, could that be Burial? Or the wild-eyed Turkish guy on crutches? Or the Japanese guy in the green suit? As I stand in the London drizzle waiting to meet someone I have no chance of recognising, my mind plays tricks. Our meeting only comes about after much gentle persuasion and the realignment of our "interview" as a "casual chat about tunes". Technically, Burial doesn't do interviews, either.
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