The Clown Prince are the eclectic eccentrics from London with big beats, thrashy guitars and a style that's dubbed Afrapunk. With the animated and charming CHiF as the front-man and the smooth shadow that is Neel the Wiz on production duties, the long time musical partners have managed to define their very own fresh sound.

Having always had a reputation for pushing the envelope, CHiF and his boys have been rocking audiences in London, Paris, Seoul, Amsterdam, Lille, New York, Sete and Lagos to name a few.

Here CHiF, who's currently building a new studio in Nigeria, makes his Ctrl.Alt.Shift debut documenting his time in Lagos....

I flew to Lagos with my old dear. It was quite weird, since the last time we had both been on an aeroplane together was when I moved back to Nigeria at the age of 10. Flying Virgin Atlantic is always a funny experience. The saying amongst people who travel using Virgin frequently to Lagos is “There are enemies in economy”.It is so true. There is a certain lacklustre to the air stewards who work that route and incidents of hour long delays, people continually in the wrong seat and dodgy looking individuals being escorted off the flight before take out are common. I won't bore you with the details of the flight, but put it this way, I cant wait to be flying business class...

Landing in Lagos always has this special thing for me.

It's the smell of the heat that seeps into the gangway of the plane as you disembark. You leave the cocoon of synthetic cabin pressurized air and get hit smack in the face with the dry Lagos heat cutting through the airport air conditioning.

I could only grab a couple of pictures as we left since my camera battery is acting all dodgy, after a full charge through the day it only took two shots, spunked its load and flashed the dreading dead battery icon...

Saturday was a day for chilling, seeing my little nephews and nieces and catching up with family. They're all Arsenal fans. In fact, the number of Nigerians that are Arsenal fans is riduculous. I lived in Arsenal for years so I have neighbourhood allegiance. And it was a big match on Saturday.

We sat in an outdoor copa cabbana tin roof shack with the most delicious pepper soup I have ever eaten, big bottles of gulder beer, and Chelsea/ Arsenal fans punditing in broken english as loudly as if I was in “The Gunners” pub just off Blackstock Rd.

“He no sabi play ball!”

“No be selfish game, na movement wey make chance!”

This translates roughly to “He cant play football, it's not a selfish game, it's ball movement that creates chances."

Then it started to rain - not the sort of constant grey drizzle that you get in London, but a wicked torrent of tropical rain. The set top box made a couple of noises and then just five minutes into the 2nd half, fizzle-pop-vanish.

We were no longer receiving a satellite signal for SN3 (the South African sports channel). You would expect people to be in uproar and pissed and throwing their toys out the pram. But thats the funny thing about third world countries, there is a certain calm the people have to events when they happen. It is in no way a complacent attitude, it's more of, “when it comes back on it comes back on, I ain't gonna beg the TB screen to start working.”  We just sat there, drank our beer, sipped our soup and waited, and waited and waited.

It came back on just in time for us to see Drogba dash FA cup hopes into the shitter and for us to have a couple more beers. Chelsea fans walked out commiserating Arsenal fans. 

I know my tour DJ -  DJ Skeet would have rubbed it in The BPM’s face. Skeet’s a chelsea man - The BPM is an Arsenal man and they go at it all the time.

Tomorrow's all about the beach house and that's going to be epic.

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