So, a month or so in club music has rushed on by since I last did the round up, and, woeful Haiti relief records aside, things are looking up.
In the world of Hip Hop it’s been all about big guns with Pharrell, Snoop and Rihanna all putting out interesting tracks-
Have It All, Pharrell’s track with everyone’s favourite jailbird Gucci Mane is, for my money, the best track from the Neptunes stable since ooohhhhhh, like 2002 or something. It’s a sugar sweet return to Frontin’ territory with lyrics that feel like they were carved on a school desk on a sunny day. At one point Pharrell and Gucci even start singing ‘Wheeee’ in the manner of 12 year olds riding a round-a-bout made of candy and goodness. To cap it, the beat has this magical little tic-tocking that puts me in mind of Oompa Loompa’s covering MJs ‘The Girl Is Mine’ whilst churning out Scrumpdiddlyumptious Bars, (without the funny voices and dwarfism, obviously). The other collabo between the two, Soldier, is back over on the rough side of things, being one of the rave bass grind outs that the Neptunes used to toss willy nilly onto erupting dance floors. Both great tracks.
Meanwhile Snoop’s getting plays with Check Yo Self –and whoops! He’s only gone and covered a remix of an Ice Cube song that itself uses the beat from Grandmaster Flash’s ‘The Message’. Cripes! Is that the sound of hip hop munching upon it’s own bloated, face down, rat gnawed corpse? Or is this merely a knowing self referential jam-that-bangs? Jesus I don’t know. Personally I quite like it. The beat is a killer, and fairs fair, The Message came out in the Stone Age so no one’s ever heard it anyway. (I heard Pixie Lott describe Take That as ‘old skool’ the other day, Lord help us). Snoop still sounds good, and all in all this is alright. Maybe a touch irrelevant but, hey the man’s got a mansion to maintain.
You’ve already heard Rude Boy by RnB ‘singer’ Rihanna, (you may have even heard my sketchy jungle remix of it if you were at last months Off Modern…) and…. well, I always thought Rihanna was rubbish to be honest. I don’t care, Umbrella is OK. Just OK. Face it. Stick Crazy In Love and Umbrella in a tiny boxing ring surrounded by baying hood rats and who’s going to emerge the bloody, staggering victor? And don’t even get me started on the wailing dirge that is ‘Take A Bow’. However I think only the most cloth eared of haters could deny that this track is brilliant. It’s all the things I love about pop; it’s nonsensical, euphoric, sparse, repetitive, sleazy, and cat aids catchy. I love the steel drums married to Tiesto trance. I love the way that seeing as Rihanna can barely sing, the old trout just raps away, vaguely having a stab at a melody. I can’t help but think how bad this could have been in the hands of a grade A warbler (say, Mariah)—the whole production is more than emotive enough to require any vocal pyrotechnics.
And talking of suspect-singer-releasing-good-song-shocker, well didn’t Ellie Goulding do well out of Jakwob’s mix of Starry Eyed? Whilst Goulding is some kind of horse-jawed Home Counties Salome prancing around blogosphere flourishing the severed head of Music on a platter made of money and hate, Jakwob it would appear, isn’t. He tethered a warheads worth of sublow wub wub to the nag, drenched her vocals in reverb, gave it a load of ocean deep drops, and somehow came up from the shit fields smelling of daisies. Fair play. It seems that since then the remix work has been coming in for the lad thick and fast, so let’s see how long he can milk it for by producing essentially the same track again and again and again.
Other big dubstep releases came from Dub Police and new boys Erba Records.
The 5 track label sampler doing the rounds from Dub Police gives a fairly accurate overview of where the scene’s at, coupling, as it does, exciting forward looking club music with leaden tedious crap. Caspa has decided to represent with an immensely dull track that he quite possibly wanked out whilst catching a five-minute breather from killing troglodytes on World of Warcraft. Emalkay, who may be forever stuck in the shadow of ‘When I Look At You’, continues in similarly depressing vein and the whole affair was looking to be pretty desperate until The Others showed up with their big bag of zany rave riffs and – Jesus Christ – fresh approaches to the sound. Their track ‘Quantum Leap’ fizzes and leaps about whilst maintaining suitable levels of dubbed out menace and the requisite face pummelling go slow beats. From then on it’s all plain sailing, Subscape come up with a vile and insistent breakstep growler that sounds like a pitbull wolfing a cat made of Pentium chips, if the cat was singing through the mutt’s mouth whilst being eaten alive – and D1 come up with some sort of ace pinging futuristic dance music that takes the wood pigeon sounds of ‘Night’ and whacks them over some high speed house and bass.
The Erba release Gangsta Nuh Play came across as the soundtrack to dancehall don Mavado’s murder and subsequent descent into hell, dragged by Lucifer’s chattering child demons (if it helps, imagine Willy Lopez’s death in the fine Patrick Swayze classic Ghost.) It’s got all the swagger and terror of the finest the genre has to offer and Mavado’s speaker rattling, mournful baritone proves himself once more to have one the strongest voices in dubstep. The flipside has a somewhat jollier Afrikan Boy sampling UK funky track, which continued the blurring between funky and dub that has been so prominent over the last few months.
More funky came from Sony who produced the excellent and aptly titled Sugar Rush, a mix of old skool garage keys and vocals combined with the sound of a hundred drums being battered in a broadly rhythmical fashion. At some point in the track a Sunny D glugging hyperactive bassline splurges out all sweaty and grinning like a mug and it sounds like perhaps everything’s not going to be so bad after all.
Roska has also come up trumps with Time Stamp. I was listening to it whilst walking the dog last week and I came across quite an unsettling sight. A murder (which is a great collective noun eh, like a parliament of owls, or a pride of lions) of screeching crows had gathered together by one of the footpaths in London Fields. They were jabbering frantically at each other and tugging at something in the middle of the circle they had formed. As I got closer I could see that the thing they were obsessing over was a dead one of their own. One crow would grab the limp bird’s wing while another crow would grab at its tail feathers, pulling the corpse into weird and unpleasant shapes. The others would screech and cackle, and it seemed that some sort of judgement had been passed. After a few minutes of this a mongrel dog came bounding through their midst and snatched up the body in its jaws. The crows scattered to the sky. They circled and screamed, flapping the air black with feathers and noise. As they whirled up to the clouds the nervy synths and whip crack snares of ‘Time Stamp’ blasted into my ears and the jittery excitement of it all was quite special. Roska is great.
Unfortunately the song finished to be replaced by David Guetta & Kid Cudi which I honestly swear is only on my iPod for review purposes. Guetta, a man as French as rudeness and sheep burning, is on some kind of one man mission to besmirch the careers of hip hop’s biggest names with his generic abysmal euro cack. First up he sorted out Kelly Rowland and Akon, both massive arseholes in their own right (fond as I am of an Akon sing-along, he owns a fucking diamond mine therefore = evil). Now Dave’s moving onto more credible artists, recently gifting Kelis with the worst song she’s ever released, before turning to stroke his fudgy production fingers all over man of the moment Kid Cudi. There’s no place for this music anywhere. You already know what it sounds like. It could possibly be played to a club full of moneyed tone deaf inbreds, lurching to its ‘uplifting’ beat in between paying £30 for a tumbler of peasant spit and incompetently planning a coup of an Equatorial Guinea. So, big in Bungalow 8 I dare say. To give an alternative review of this track, here’s a comment from the youtube video:
“Stoner song, party song, get away from life song. Kick ass song”
So what do I know, eh?
And while I’m on the subject of dumb music for morons Don Diablo & Sidney Sampson have blessed us with Monster and Rise Up this month. Lest we forget, Don Diablo has a big Anarchy ‘A’ in his logo which shows that he’s a totally crazy guy. Sidney Sampson had the word ‘motherfucker’ featuring prominently in his last hit (‘Riverside’ for those of you to apathetic to keep up) suggesting that he too, is pretty darn crazy. No prizes for guessing what happened when these too scallywags got together, yep, hot diggedy, lock up your daughters because we are gonna go super ! mega ! bananas ! batshit ! CEEERAZY !! whoop !! whoop !! etc.
So bonkers, in fact, that this Dutch headbang house tagteam haven’t been able to contain their megalithic nonsense to just one piece. Instead we get one track that has some clown shouting ‘Rise Up NIGGERS’ (I know this may be off the point a bit, but whenever I think of Dutch people getting together to say nigger, I think of Steven Biko getting his head kicked in. Still, no reason why that should stop the party) until an Ed Banger jocking bass grinds out over the Prodigyesque – if that’s a word these days – drum break outs. The other track bangs along with a guy going ‘whoop’ in the background and some loud noises and stuff. If you want to feel a bit rebellious, then I can say that these truly are tunes that ‘your mother wouldn’t like’ (well, my mum wouldn’t anyway) but I suspect that might be because there a bit shit.
For a better representation of 4/4 music, it’s worth noting that DFA have come back guns blazing with 4 releases in as many weeks, all worth a listen. My favourite is Shit Robot – I Got A Feeling. As with all the other recent releases it’s a little bit disco, a little bit techno and a heaving great church full of house. After 4 punchy minutes of bleeps, bass lines and jack, the bloke from House Of House shows up with a sack full of 92 rave pianos he’s pinched from Detroit and starts emoting all over the place, working the track into what is generally considered epic territory. As with the greatest releases on DFA there’s an excellent sense of pacing at play—the stripped down opening half feels essential rather than noodling, and when the piano and vocals do kick in it’s less everything stepping up a notch, more everything falling into place.
I think there’s time for a mention of the SNES remix of Gorrilaz track Stylo. Put together by new boy Labyrinth, it’s a Mario bothering 8 bit epic with all the shimmering arpeggios, crunchy byte explosions and mushroom munching power up widges that this sort of carry on demands. Tinie Tempah shows up somewhere along the way sounding better than he did on his own chart assaulting single, Albarn’s voice sounds as haunting as ever over the video game hubbub and really, only the most curmudgeonly of fantasy Nintendo plumbers could hate this.
Oh, and while I remember, honourable mentions should go to both Hounds of Hate and Beaty Heart for having amazing tracks out, but seeing as everyone who reads this goes to Off Modern, you know that already. Still, good to have some of the most exciting music in England to be springing up from S. London eh… pip pip x
These reviews are edited from Nasty McQuaid’s weekly round ups which can be found at http://theransomnote.co.uk/