RXM, the one they call Roach McKrackin, has been tearing up the jump-up ragga jungle scene since 02, bringing that raw, untamed fire to every set. He’s a proper menace on the decks, slicing up dirty breakbeats, slamming bass that rattles your ribcage, and weaving in ragga vibes that hit like a cold stare on the block. Two decades deep in the game, Roach don’t mess about—he’s the geezer who turns the dance into a warzone, blending that vintage jungle flex with a grimier, darker edge. He’s all about keeping it real, dropping tunes that make the crowd go mental, no questions asked.