Fuckin' hell, Wookie. One of the OG UKG artistes, he and Sticky have come to represent to me two distinct aspects of peak-era 2-Step (no kick on the 2 and 4 now, that's all it is, folks). They also serve as distinct historical capsules of the wonderfully betwixt years of 2002 to 2003 when both grime and dubstep were a cacophony of clashing intentions within a nuum genre that is far deeper than its more popmanic affectations might suggest.
Where Sticky was able to combine book-smart music theory with a raw low end and bordering-on-parodic aspirational vibes refracted through all the Mario N64 game soundracks, Wookie's drums and atmospheres were in a league of their own. For as tricky as navigating the type of pop success he experienced with the chillingly soulful "Battle" must have been, man left behind a fucking treasure trove of material that still retains an uncanny ability to make an ass plummet. By 2003, a strain of post-"138 Trek" breakbeat garage whose utterly rude b-lines had been media-fied for university students had been in effect for several years and only the hardcore believers saw the virtual infinity lurking just beneath.
Sticky was navigating a grime-y future with filthy bombs like "Golly Gosh." But Wookie seemed to be in a more tenuous position, dropping bombs for the heads under his Exemen alias. I first heard this a decade ago via a Oneman set, getting an unusual case of "track ID plz?," only to be stymied by the limited YouTube catalog at the time. In the mix, it felt like a logical progression from the dubstep he was pushing and it still does, though that driving breakbeat and toe-curling bassline will put you at 90 on the highway of your mind. Every element of this track is so deceivingly simple (while containing worlds beneath the surface). Just keep your sounding out for those swinging sixteenths in between the 4beat hi-hat. Seriously, what Wookie can achieve with a single, solitary snare hit is still totally beyond me. Give yourself over to beat.