Monday, 29 October 2007

GOING SHOPPING #2: RIDING THE WHITE HORSE

SINGLE: Laid Back - White Horse [Sire Records, 1983]
PRICE: £2.00
SHOP: Ocean Books, Church Street, London


Unearthed this almost forgotten Danish electro-funk classic for two quid yesterday. Cryptically tells the listener to beware of riding the white horse. What could that mean? Seriously, you wait years for a good disco-not-disco anti-drug anthem to arrive, and then two come along at once. Apparently, 94% of 'Talk To Frank' councillors have this near the top of their last.fm.






DOWNLOAD: Laid Back - White Horse (zshare)

DOWNLOAD: Laid Back - White Horse (FileDEN)

BUY: Laid Back - The Best Of... from Amazon

Saturday, 27 October 2007

GOING SHOPPING #1: JACK LIKE THAT

ALBUM: Various Artists - Jackmaster 1 [Westside Records, 1987]
PRICE: £5.00
SHOP: Revival Records, Berwick St., London



Picked up this on my weekly Berwick Street splurge yesterday afternoon. Soho's not what it used to be for record digging, but Revival Records, which opened up where Reckless used to be, is proving pretty fertile ground. One of my favourite feelings is that which the record nerd experiences when exploring a new avenue for the first time - those initial weeks or months when all you know is that yeah, this sound is good and I WANT MORE!! No frame of reference to begin with, other than the barest fragments - the 'big names' or maybe the genre's approximate location in music's big happy Venn diagram of potential awesomeness - and then a frenzy of consumption - records, artists, labels, dates, clubs, forerunners, offspring - until newness recedes, and it finds itself either loved or, more rarely, dismissed as imposter on closer inspection like some bitch-goddess of broken dreams (see my flirtation with the conscious lame-hop of Jurassic 5 c. 2001).

One of my current fads is Chicago house, and luckily for me a bunch of start-up British labels of the mid-to-late 80s specialised in putting out newbie-friendly "House 101" compilations of licensed Chicago hits, invariably using titles including the words 'Jack', 'House' and 'Track', or some imaginative combination thereof. Early house basically centres around two labels - Trax and D.J. International, and the record I picked up yesterday was essentially a UK showcase for the latter and its offshoots Underground and Fierce. There's a few joints from deep-house pioneer Joe Smooth (house music's Mr. Ronseal), four from acid godhead Adonis and, interestingly, an excellent early cut from Todd Terry under his Masters At Work moniker (before he literally gave the name back to Dope and Vega) that shows house music's spread the east coast. Original 12s of some of these tracks can be quite hard to find, so grab-bag comps like Jackmaster or the Jack Trax series are invaluable and can be picked up for well under a tenner.

Download: House People - Godfather Of House (zshare)
Download: House People - Godfather Of House (FileDEN)

Chip E. gets his boast on with this one, but when you remember he's the guy who cut "Jack Trax" and gave Frankie Knuckles his first break, it seems only fair to give the man his dues.

Download: Adonis and The Endless Poker - The Poke (zshare)
Download: Adonis and The Endless Poker - The Poke (FileDEN)

Real bona fideee O.G. acid from Adonis and Magic Amp. More relevant than ever.

Download: Patrick Adams feat. Lari Lee - Jack In The Bush (zshare)
Download: Patrick Adams feat. Lari Lee - Jack In The Bush (FileDEN)


Bit of proto-pop house from NY. Future New Jack Swing mastermind Adams goes mental with the 'orchestra hit' key on his synth whilst Lee sings some rubbish about wanting to jack in the bush, which may or may not mean something a leeetle bit saucy.

Buy: Jackmaster 1 is out of print, but you can buy some D.J. International records here.

Friday, 26 October 2007

DADDY'S RICH BUT I DON'T ADMIT IT

UK tech-house cheese Ewan Pearson opened his remarkable FabricLive mix with this mooooooonths ago I know, but it's a Certified Banger and deserves another airing. The lyrics about Ally McBeal are ridiculous (bad ridiculous) but everything else is thankfully saved by the fact that 'everything else' is fucking brilliant, not least that it spacesurfs from end-of-the-world skank to driving München italo aboard the medium of a beat crafted from the cannon blasts of the 1812 Overture.


Monday, 22 October 2007

SLAMMING ON THE BREAKS #1: APACHE

First in an occasional series of posts related to songs with classic drum breaks, probably definitely ripping off a ton of other, better blogs and mostly cribbed from a 25-volume Ultimate Breaks & Beats compilation I got in a torrent, allowing easy, pseudo-informed posts with minimum effort.



NB. Yeah the first one is pretty obvious I admit, and I know A Bit Patchy and We Run This came out aaages ago, but this track has been sliced and diced and re-energised so many times - in fact that is the whole bloody point of the importance of this song - that it's clearly only a matter of time before its turn comes again.



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Michael Viner's Incredible Bongo Band. OK, wait a second...before I start...what a fucking NAME!! Seriously. That name tells you two things that make you piss your pants out of excitement right off the bat. One...they're a fucking BONGO BAND. Two...they're fucking INCREDIBLE!



Anyway, basically just a motley assortment of anonymous LA session boys and a record mogul, the group made like the bongo-fiddling, funk-worshipping Mantovanis they were and put out two albums of percussion-heavy cover version fluff. Needless to say, both records bombed and it wasn't until hip hop pioneer DJ Kool Herc got his mits on their Bongo Rock debut that things got interesting. At a time when a DJ was only as good as the breaks in his box, Bongo Rock and its take on Shadows-staple Apache contained a beat so devastating that all Herc needed to run rap in the Bronx was two copies that he could spin back to back, on and on and on, for the B-boys on the floor in front. Five minutes of rolling deep funk, the IBB's Apache was special in that it took a tune already so deeply embedded in some mythical Great Rock 'n' Roll Songbook - a song that had become absolutely synonymous with the guitar itself - and regrounded it in an alternative, "blacker" tradition where the rhythm was the song - a tradition to which rock 'n' roll owed its existence in the first place, yet one which it had summarily come to reject over the intervening years as the music, in its popular incarnations at least, came to be seen as an inherently "white" and melodic form. Maybe this is why it meant so much to hip hop from the genre's formative years right up to its arguably troubled present; in its formative years of breaking and battle rapping, where Apache was used primarily as a DJ tool for live performance and competition, through the anything-goes sample culture of the late 80s, where it first found new life within songs other than itself, through to the post-Biz era of "licensed interpolations". Hip hop, unlike rock 'n' roll, began as a black expression and has continued to be seen as one. But it is also traditionally an African-American one. Songs like the IBB's Apache are what connected the dots - the short memory and white-centricity of American popular music and something from its associated canon taken head on, then reused and reinvented by a black culture - an inversion of traditional currents vital in its assertion of hip hop as a truly valid, consciously-black but equally-American art form.



(NB. yes, I know The Shadows were British, but any Rock 'n' Roll Songbook will always be American too)

Download: Incredible Bongo Band - Apache [Mr. Bongo, 2006 reissue]

Buy: Incredible Bongo Band - Bongo Rock reissue from Juno

DUBSTEP AT THE CROSSROADS

2007 was always going to be a toughie for dubstep. The hefty 'Pitchforking' dished out to the Burial, Skream and Kode9 full-lengths last year, its dominance of Radio 1's Mary Anne Hobbs show and an 8-page Primer feature in high-brow music rag The Wire all pointed towards the acceptance of dubstep into a canon of "respectable" electronic music forms. Uh oh. ALARM BELLS, non!?! Lurch further into the critical mainstream and you risk ending up as go-to for Volvo ad-men everywhere (oh..wait...Stephen Merritt got there first). This is basically what happened to Moby, if you discount the fact that Moby decided to skip the whole 'critical respectability' stage completely (though I'm sure this troubles him rarely as he cuddles his lovely big bags of money and slurps chai from the bosoms of nubile young vegans). Alternatively, go the other way and stroke the the collective chin of fans of "serious music" and you might do what is affectionately termed 'a minimal', and retreat embarassingly up into the big smelly echo chamber of your own bum.

So, a road fraught with danger then. But in 2007 dubstep has proven that growth and creativity are not incompatible with (relative) commercial success, and that a lot more than that old wibble-wobble can stand under dubstep's umbrella. The Planet Mu, Tectonic and Skull Disco camps have continued to move with some success into dubstep's leftfield, with artists like Pinch, Neil Landstrumm, Boxcutter, 2562 and Shackleton/Appleblim variously infusing their work with the super-minimalism of classic Basic Channel, the beardy acid of AFX/Rephlex and the ultra-percussive backbone of African and Asian musics. Villalobos' devastating 18-minute rework of Shackleton's Blood On My Hands stands as the crowning achievement of this new reductionist strain - not dubstep per se, but crucial in its application of minimal's narcotic pulse to the foreboding bass drops and reverbed snares of the foreboding Shackleton original. This cross-fertilisation of "higher" electronic genres, rather than resulting in an offputting and self-reverential intellectual circle jerk, has in fact opened up the exciting possibility of a world where the MDMA-gobbling hordes of Ibiza's DC-10 are just as likely to lap up the latest dubplate cooked up in a Bristolian bedroom as they are the new M-nus 12" Hawtin sneezed onto his petri dish like a minimal Heston Blumenthal.









Other artists have instead found routes to dubstep's future in its past. Instead of seeking radical convergences with other forms, they have instead chosen to rexamine, re-emphasise and mutate its own foundations in the search for new sounds. Typically, this has taken the form of either a focus on the 'Dub' or a focus on the 'Step'. Pivotal to the reawakening of the dub within dubstep was Soul Jazz's 'Box of Dub' collection that they put out at the beginning of the summer. By throwing its considerable critical weight behind a dubstep compilation so heavily informed by original JA pioneers like Tubby and Prince Jammy and UK heroes like Mad Professor, On-U Sound and Scientist, Soul Jazz repositioned dub as central to the evolution of dubstep and removed the prospect that it would come to have only a spectral presence within the scene. Next month's release of 'Box of Dub 2' can only confirm dubstep's resurgence, and given what an absolute winner it is, it would seem to churlish to grumble.


Download: Pinch ft. Rudey Lee - Step To It [from Box of Dub 2, Soul Jazz, 2007]


Download: Cotti - Tamil Dub [from Box of Dub 2, Soul Jazz, 2007]


Preorder: Box of Dub 2 from Sounds of the Universe


In terms of the 'Step', things are set to get interesting with the long-awaited arrival of Benga & Coki's 'Night', the thirtieth release on Tempa. With the support of grime wunderkids Boy Better Know, it tore up Napa over the summer, and signalled (about time) a new allegiance between the dubstep and grime/bassline scenes at a time when dubstep was perhaps closer than ever to losing the streets that gave birth to it. This could be the first release since 'Midnight Request Line' to to crossover into HMV territory and it wouldn't surprise me if the seemingly constant push back of its drop date has something to do with major distributors or labels sniffing around. This might not be entirely unrelated to the expectation that UK urban, bass-led music is soon to storm the Top 40 again, doing properly what grime failed to do a couple of years ago, but UK garage succeeded at doing around the turn of the millennium - breaching the walls of commercial clubbing and radio. Now I'm not saying that tunes like 'Night' will be at the front of this - leave that to niche/bassline - but there will undoubtedly be some sort of interplay between dubstep and bassline around the fringes of the explosion, much in the same way that the poppy 2-step of Sweet Female Attitude and Shanks & Bigfoot opened doors for the proto-grime of More Fire Crew or Pay As U Go Cartel. So what then? Will dubstep be forced to throw its hat into the commercial ring, or will it shy away from success, rejecting the triumphs (or, indeed, artistic nadir - who will be the garage clown-in-chief this time, given that DJ Pied Piper hopefully fucked off back to Hamelin?) of its musical cousins. It's much the same question that dubstep faced at the beginning of this year, and dealt with superbly, but on a much weightier scale. How it answers it will be instrumental to its future development as a genre.