Antigua’s ARG 4th World War Sound Clash | 29 November 2025.

From late Saturday night into the early light of Sunday morning, ARG Parking Lot became the centre of the Caribbean sound-war universe — and I was right there in the heart of it, capturing every second of the battle. Antigua’s 4th World War Sound Clash brought together some of the fiercest competitors from across the island, the wider region, Guyana, Trinidad and even a powerhouse team all the way from Italy. It was more than an event to remember it was a global meeting of music warriors on Antiguan soil.

The moment I arrived, the atmosphere was electric. Massive speaker stacks towered like monuments, humming with potential energy. When the first bassline dropped, the whole ground shook with vibration like a shock wave not metaphorically, but physically. The bass rolled through the parking lot like a tidal wave, vibrating through my chest, into my arms, through the camera rig I held. This is the kind of bass you feel in your bones.

As I set up my gear to level up audio my camera lenses clearing, my Shure movemic 88+ ready to take on the storm the clash came alive. Selectors stepped forward like generals. MCs marched onto the platform with pure lyrical fire in their voices. The crowd surged toward the stage, hungry for every bass drop, every punchline, every dubplate designed to demolish the competition.

What unfolded was poetry in warfare a battle of wits, riddims, and pure cultural power.

The Antigua crews delivered with home-grown swagger and ruthless precision. Guyana brought heavy bass and commanding stage presence. And then Italy stepped up, proving that sound-system culture crosses borders, oceans, and languages — their energy surprising many in the crowd and raising the stakes even higher. Track after track, round after round, it was a global war fought with music instead of violence the true spirit of the sound clash tradition.

From behind my lens, I was more than a spectator I became part of the moment. Each time a dubplate mashed up the crowd, I felt it. When the audience erupted, I captured that eruption. When lyrics sliced through the night, clean and sharp, they traveled through my microphone straight into history.

There were moments when the bass thundered so deep I felt the vibrations in my feet and I knew right then that my footage would carry the true power of the night. The joy of documenting this wasn’t just about recording a show it was about preserving a cultural memory: the excitement, the competitiveness, the laughs, the shockers, the rewinds, the crowd reactions, the late-night adrenaline.

Everyone knew they had witnessed something special. And I knew I had captured it all.

This video is my tribute to a night of Antiguan culture, Caribbean unity, international respect, and pure musical warfare.
Bass. Lyrics. Vibes. Energy.
This is the 4th World War Sound Clash through my eyes and my lens.