It has been a while since we last jacked the house in an old skool way, I saw an abstract configuration of squelchy noises scowling at me from the corner of the street on my way to work today and I took this as last warning from the Roland loa, drop some acid or have your ribcage crushed by the black drum machine of eternal oblivion. Since, contrary to what some think, I do place some value in the stock of my petty existence, I have decided to heed almighty Roland’s advice, here you have some tunes that will make you shake that money maker, taking the happy leap from Chicagoan sweatboxes to Eastern tinged dark beats, get into the Transoceanic Transeuropean Express like Indiana Jones v Cassette Playa, termination at London in a pleasantly bloddy fashion, enjoy the vistas, and most definitely get pumping kids, check out the frontpage of all the newspapers, it’s the rage!
Rodney Bakerr presents Mystic’s ‘House Girl’ has been recently released as another instalment of the awesome Clone Classic 12 cuts, Windy (acid farty?) goodness with beats made by party people for party people to lose their shit to, all the ingredients are in there, wobbly bassline and a daft acid punctuation which could have been performed by a skygoogle wearing version of Animal from the muppets on some sort of retrofuturistic drum pad trip, all laced up & loaded w sexy vocals to soundtrack that weird version of Labyrinth some stoned cats shot with a super-8 camera one nigth at the Warehouse, what a mess, but then what are you gonna do?
Dance!
Rodney Bakerr presents Mystic- House Girl
(We’re loving that portrait of Alexis up there)
Following with the soulful chi-styles, let us move into the larger than life, and surely as banging Larry Heard, under the guise of mighty Mr. Fingers with Robert Owens on vocal duties, dropping a warm message of spiritual hope from a future of avant garde synth tonalities and free acid warp-drive percussion, the essence of the answer is still clear, don’t fear to go into space, but don’t forget to take your love when you go there either.
Which takes us, in an eliptical orbit, out of the Chicagoan circle of African-alien diaspora concrete-circles and into the eastern-tinged vibrations of post medium-medium UK post-punk Fedayeen C-Cat Trance, the connection lies not only on the trascendental feeling all good psychedelic dance music shares, but also in the fact an instrumental of the Mr. Fingers tune above was featured, as was the tune below, in Eskimo’s Serie Noire Dark Pop and New Beat comp series, which as you would expect we love with all the might of our wheezing and corrupted hearts, some seal of quality, those creepily made up Belgian goth manequin faces smudged all over with industrial messages of synth doom…
Religious trance music for psychedelic leather-clad dervishes? We’re so in there, spinning mad like we were trying to find that pesky ‘insert brain here’ slot some motherfucker wrote in the back of his heads.
And to conclude, here you have our homeys Adventures Close to Home having a go at remixing Brooklyns weirdo wave stars Free Blood, and what a go they have!
Free Blood- Never Hear Surf Music Again (Adventures Close to Home Remix)
Turning the original into a sweet pulsating cosmic oddyssey which struts forward into the darkness sexy, confident and colourful like Tom Tom Club going all Captain Kirk (or Jonny Jewel) inside The Knife’s creepy synth chamber, this is a lovely piece of music which makes us think of 1990s melancholic eurotechno, it is currently on repeat at 20JFG towers for the absolute win, and shall be included in the ACTH records Free Blood single coming out on the 15th of October, we’ll remind you of this when the date looms closer kids.
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