Legend has it Major Notes was forged the night a soundsystem in Accra and a soundsystem in Northwest London synced their basslines by pure accident — for four bars, before the universe caught itself, they were the same song. Whatever slipped through that gap has been chasing him back into rhythm ever since. Descended, he insists, from a long line of drummers who never quite retired, he grew up being told the low end carries messages the mid-range is too polite to say out loud. He's spent every year since trying to translate them properly — Afro bass, Afro house, and UK funky, spliced together with the confidence of someone who was told the rules didn't apply to him and never bothered checking. Sets and productions still draw hard on London's club lineage and the low-end syncopation of West African and diasporic dance music, mostly because the ancestors keep sending notes and it felt rude to ignore them. Dancefloor first. Playlist second. Universe, allegedly, optional.