How about we get the pulse beating around here again? Sorry its been so long – life.
But what a track to come back with, one of the hardest releases of 1990, Paris’ seminal album “The Devil Made Me Do It” was an absolute kick in the face. No Gangster lyrics in this track, this is 100% militant social commentary set too a huge bassline and a rocking break. The whole album is great but this is easily the standout track for me. It was also sampled heavily, with clips turning up some 2 years later on hardcore, jungle and drum n bass releases heavily featuring the “When I Get wild, I pile on dope jams” sample.
Yet another group that passed me by in ’93 while I had my head in hardcore and Jungle. This is probably their most well known release and for good reason as its a faultless slab of banging East Coast hip hop. Perfect for your Throwback Thursday.
I heard a deep house track that had an almost identical baseline synth earlier this week which got me thinking of this cracker from Nookie aka Gavin Cheung. A man that needs almost no introduction as he is responsible for some classic early to Mid-Nineties Hardcore and Drum n’ Bass cuts.
This track has a real crossover flavour with shades of House, hardcore and even acid techno from around that period of late 93. Definately not a track you would have heard a lot of around that time, I dont ever recall hearing this on any mix, with the Wave Station track from the double A side of this EP getting the most air time. A shame really because this track really does feel light years ahead of its time.
An absolutely classic slice of Mid-Nineties progressive house from Shem McCauley. A killer driving bassline and an actual percussion track is what really set itself apart from the glub of 4 to the floor House tracks of the time. Couple that with the insanely catchy riff that just relentlessly repeats over the top of that brutal bassline and your in for 6 minutes of pure bliss. Definately one of those tracks that would just drop and have the entire place staring into space, locked into some of the purest house of the time. I cant tell you the number of times ive lost it on the dancefloor to this beast.
Sadly for reasons unknown, Shem McCauley decided to end his own life in Bangkok in January of 2012. Whatever his reasons, he left behind a catalogue of classics with this being his Magnum Opus. RIP man.
I went back and took a listen through the whole of Ray of Light for the first time in god only knows how long. No remixes, no edits, the original album. Possibly the first time since 1998 if I’m honest. Incredible to hear how its not dated in the slightest, still sounds as progressive as the day it was released. A really superb showcase of Madge’s superior talents that so sadly got lost in the maelstrom of the Pop Dross we’re subjected too daily. But I think its safe to say that while she’s got some exemplorary pipes, the winner on Ray Of Light is William Orbit. Given the money, and from what i’ve heard, the time, he kicked out one of the seminal crossover pop albums of the decade.
The album weaves pop down into practically every flavour of electronica keeping the album from taking itself too seriously and providing entertainment for anyone. For me, Swim is one of my favourites by a mile. Where Drowned World is a sweeping declaration of fame rejection and Ray of light the title club banger. Swim sits comfortably those two behemoths with a relaxed but solid groove in its pocket and a wry smile on its face. Absolutely brilliant.
So I have been digging back through all the Soundcloud finds from the last 6 months. Kicking off with this belter from Gorgon City. A proper UK House banger if every there was one with that wonderful twangy bass contrasting perfectly with Welshes vocals AND the wonderful string sections of the bridge. A cracking summer track and one ive been caning the hell out of for months.
This is how you start a week, with Capleton and Yami Bolo filling your ears with truck loads of conscious lyrics and some fantastically repurposed dancehall favourites. Its hard not to be drawn in by Bolo’s voice, its absolute butter and a great contrast to Capleton’s legendary gruff, gravelly lyrical gymnastics. All told, its a track that might be almost 20 years old but carries a message so relevant in today’s batshit crazy world.
No, I had not forgotten you folks! Just been slammed like a beast as of late. That said, many hours of music have been consumed so there should be plenty to see around here for a while. Starting with this Turbo Cheese Behemoth from Tekno Too. I originally heard this on my beloved Grooverider, Dreamscape 2 tape and as a young 12 year old lad, it blew my uncultured socks off.
But what a hardcore track this is, hell it doesnt even bother with a handy DJ friendly intro. Nope, its just POW, here have a facemelting piano. Forget trying to beatmix this badboy. Just hard cut at the top of a buildup and you’ll have the place erupt. An absolutely unashamedly Hardcore banger in the classic sense of the word. No fancy stuff just a break to get you shuffling and an assortment of epic riffs and vocal stabs to get you grinning from ear to ear. Bonafide legendary status this one.
There’s been a glut of incredible tracks filling up my Soundcloud feed as of late, this latest offering from Kaytranada is no exception. Its like liquid summer exploding all over the inside of your skill. An absolute masterclass in soul and groove from one of the best producers in the business. Get your ears around this immediately, you will not be disappointed.
It took me a while to really get into the Beasties. By the time they had put out Pauls Boutique, I was neck deep in hardcore breaks, rave and techno and sorta just missed all their releases around the golden period of 1989-1996. I was actually fortunate enough to go to one of their last Wembley concerts (with backstage pass) and had an absolute blast. I would say it was that concert that had me revisit their back catalogue. That and my better half reminding me how incredible Pauls Boutique is.
This being the first release AFTER Paul’s Boutique had showcased the Beastie Boys talent for breaking out of the mould they had been shoehorned into, it had some huge shoes to fill. To be honest, I think I may actually say that this track stands alone, better than any one track from Pauls Boutique. Its mature, its got some great rhymes and the beat is top notch. Whereas the entire album of Paul’s Boutique stands together as a twelve course meal of sample mayhem, Jimmy James is like the best damn burger you have ever eaten. Taken on its own, its a bloody masterpiece.