Recreational drugs make for strange and compelling bedfellows, especially when consumed within the context of South West 9 (2001). This exultant celebration of youthful rebellion, rhythmic energy, and chemically expanded consciousness treads with sure if stoned step into the milieu of squats, underground clubs, and multi-cultural neighborhoods and brings to life a loosely knit coalition of disaffected Brixton youf. Music provides much of the message in such a medium, and the pulsating soundtrack of South West 9 pounds like the impassioned heartbeat of a wandering but by no means lost generation.