Danny L's tape  

I must say I was chuffed to receive a really eclectic tape (despite taking the one-genre route for my own compilation) that still hangs together and provides a narrative of sorts. I’m glad to say Danny L pulled it off here. Luckily I happen to be a big fan, if not an obsessive collector of Blues, Reggae, Psyche-punk and folk so this tape really hit the spot and gave me what I wanted. I did fret about all this when deciding on what to do for my own tape. Usually when making a comp. for someone you’ll know a fair bit about the recipient’s tastes beforehand but this Dissensus Tape Swap thing was a bit more of a shot in the dark. There’s also something wickedly self-serving about making a mixtape that can backfire badly if you’re not careful. Ooh the pressure…
I'm not much of a writer, so I decided to pad this review out a little with a few relevant youtube links. Hopefully this hasn't violated the code of the Dissensus tape swap and Danny won't be too offended...

The first side serves as a nice illustration of the various and varied permutations of Rhythm n Blues music: Ska, rock n roll, rockabilly twang, urban sleaze-rock and garage psyche.
The tape kicks off with ‘Blue Monday’ by Louisiana bluesman Smiley Lewis, then into the laid back “Jack and Jill Shuffle” by the splendidly named Theophilus Beckford. This latter track’s offbeat piano skank is a clear precursor to Ska, and The Mellow Larks’ ’Time to pray’ is a great example of the Gospel influence in Reggae, long before the Rastafarian faith dominated the Island’s musical ethos.
It can be easy to underestimate the fundamental influence American Rhythm and Blues music has had on Jamaican music after the wild sonic innovations of Dub and Dancehall, but this is the stuff that rocked Jamaican sound systems for years until the island forged its own distinct sound. So it was nice to hear this stuff juxtaposed. Tracks like The Gaylads’ ‘Lady with the red dress on’, Andre Williams’ ’Pearl time’ and The Marathons’ ‘Peanut Butter’ all share a certain raw energy and sense of playfulness.

Hasil Adkins’ She Said was the only song on the tape I was really familiar with, and it’s a long-term favourite of mine. More wild and deranged than anything else at the time, and that’s saying a lot for Rockabilly. The Cramps knocked out a rockin’ version of this too and the rest of Side 1 is dedicated to the sort of scuzz rock that would have floated their boat.
There’s more demented rock n roll from a very strange sounding man named Homer Edison: a cautionary tale about the perils of that most foolish of teenage automobile-related kicks, the ‘Chickie Run’, illustrated nicely by this classic film clip:

Trouble is James Dean made it look cool didn’t he?

The moody twang of Duane Eddy‘s, ‘Stalkin’ is next. I’ve always loved this sort of guitar sound, drenched in reverb and tremelo, yet still crisp and cutting, sending a shiver down the spine. The production and arrangement on Duane Eddy’s records was superbly loud and crisp, the sax sound on here is almost obscene in its raunchiness. There, I’ve said it…sometimes I love a bit of raunchy sax! Ahem…
Arnand Schuabroeck ups the sleazometer next with the charmingly titled ‘Ratfucker’, sounding uncannily like Lou Reed. Its a compelling slice of New York trash-rock if a little off-putting in its nastiness. Armand sounds like a truly unpleasant man, but I enjoyed it nonetheless in the same way that I enjoy listening to Johnny Rotten singing ’Bodies’, or any number of gangster rappers and grime MCs digging in the dirt. Its perhaps slightly too beholden to Lou Reed to be truly great though.
Side one ends with a sequence of ’Nuggets’ style psyche-punk tunes, all in thrall to The Rolling Stones and The Who at their most amped up. The Misunderstood must have deafened themselves in the studio recording ‘Children of the Sun,’ so loud and raucous are the guitars and drums. Love it!
Morgen’s ‘Welcome to the Void’ and Colosseum‘s ‘The Kettle‘ (famously sampled by Norman cook) are no less hard rocking. This strand of Hard-psych is probably much more Rock than it is punk really, the sort of stuff that lead to Black Sabbath rather than The Stooges I reckon. Anyway, I couldn’t resist cranking these up to get the full effect, and they make a great end to side one.

So solid so far, but things started to get really interesting for me on Side 2. I was on much less familiar ground here. After another decent psych-rock track from Factory , came the spooky theme tune to the 70s Sci-fi TV series, The Tomorrow People. A long way before my time, but it’s the sort of thing I would have liked as a kid, and it’s a brilliantly evocative slice of Radiophonic uncanniness.

There’s insect related balladry next of course with ‘Lacewing’ by Chrysalis (according to the you tube blurb here Spider Barbour, the author of this song is now “a naturalist devoted to the lives of moths and butterflies.” funnily enough….). The flutes (or mellotron?) give this song a similar sort of vibe to ‘The Fool on the hill’. The melody is very pretty but it’s a terribly miserable song ; ‘Oh how I dread to go on…’. The next choice doesn’t let up on the misery either: Julie Felix’s version of Bert Jansch’s ‘Needle of Death’.
'Harrowing’ would be a lazy description of a song like ’Needle of Death’. While I quite like this song and Julie Felix’s cover version, I’m probably more conditioned to prefer the Lou Reed approach to this subject matter which seems much less simplistic and immediate than the sad eyed misery ballads of the folkies (I’m thinking of Neil Young’s “Needle and the damage done’ here. Always one of my least favourite Young songs). For those early sixties folk singers the loss of innocence is always mired in regret, rarely accompanied by euphoria and release. They can get a little wearing as a result and I’d probably reach for the fast forward button say, seven times out of ten when it gets to this track. Same goes for Lacewing I’m afraid…

You’ll be glad to hear that I cheered up immensely when I heard the next track; Annette Peacock’s ‘I’m the one’. The centrepiece of the tape for me, I was genuinely stunned when I heard it. After an ominous intro of mournful horns and free jazz drums, a sort of strange electronic cyber-chirrup suddenly enters and the song begins. Its difficult to describe but what followed put me in mind of some of the most far out and groovy music of the late 60s/early 70s: Sly Stone, Miles Davis, even The Beatles of ‘I Want You’ and ‘Happiness is a Warm Gun‘. Heavy, moody music, sweaty with desire. That weird electronic skronk that lifts the track into the realms of the truly strange turns out to be Annette’s (stunning) voice fed through an early synthesiser. Wow…

The next three songs on the tape are all taken from musicals.  Haunting jazz with Jean Pace's 'Afro Blue' (here is John Coltrane’s version of it) and Mary Lou Williamson’s ‘The Devil is a Woman with a Red Dress on’, with its fantastically complex vocal arrangements. I’m feeling it…

An all time Children’s classic next with Inchworm, taken from the film Hans Christian Anderson. It’s beautifully sung and arranged, and educational too!
. . Funnily enough it turns out that John Coltrane also featured this song in his sets for years, and would have played it along with tunes like ‘Afro Blue’ and his classic version of ‘My Favourite things’. So there you go…

Some obscure 60s jangle-folk from Judy Henske comes next. ‘Charity’ is a pretty good song, lifted by a rousing chorus, picking up the pace a bit.
The selection takes a rather more bizarre turn with the English poet John Betjemen reading his own ‘Licorice fields at Pontefract’ over a sort of soft-psych backing track. It’s a little daft and whimsical for my tastes but it at least prompted me to read up a bit on John Betjemen, who I’ll admit I knew next to nothing about until now. Interesting chap…

Next, another familiar melody in an unfamiliar context with Paul Mauriat’s sitar-driven, orchestral version of the Supremes’ classic ‘You keep me hanging on’. Like the Tomorrow People theme, the arrangement features these great tremulous melody lines that seem to be a blur of horns, strings and human voices all singing in unison, in an echo chamber. At least that’s what it sounds like to me. Who knows?
(a completely irrelevant aside, but check out this video of the original in which at around 1.24 mins Diana Ross is momentarily possessed by the Devil! This really freaked me out… )

Fresh’s ‘Borstal Theme’ starts with a narration from an authentic sounding young Borstal tough before a big OTT rock opera piece of silliness kicks in. To be honest I’ve always disliked rock opera’s like Tommy or the Pretty Things’ S.F. Sorrow and this is definitely along those lines. (Apparently the ’Fresh out of Borstal’ concept album was inspired by a conversation with Pete Townsend).

By now I’m wanting to hear something more soulful and rootsy after all this weirdness so I’m happy that the tape ends with a couple of fine reggae selections, book ending the tape nicely. Glenn Miller (no, not that one…) is also known for making American style Soul records like this,
but this tape’s selection, 'Dungeon' is a lovely piece of rocksteady with those fantastic backing harmonies in the style of The Heptones.

Then the tape runs out halfway through the final, unlisted reggae number. I press eject and turn it over…

STN - “Up Against The Wall, Mum!”

First things first, the packaging and name of this tape are a little unsettling. The cover features a demonic-looking puppy and enclosed was a picture, I presume of STN, sporting a gas-mask and apparently “fucking suffocating” in a Morrison’s photobooth. In-keeping with the slightly disturbing art, the tape’s title, Up Against The Wall Mum, had me worried about the contents as particularly aggressive music is generally not one of my more preferred types. I had a while to dwell on this prior to listening, as tracking down a tape player proved more difficult than I had expected.



I was finally able to check out Side A on a tape machine at the university library, sat right next to the microfilm viewers. Things start off pretty tough with Kurtis Mantronix “Mad”, Cutty Ranks, Capleton and a particularly hard-edged cover of “Ain’t No Sunshine” by Bounty and Lady, but by the middle of this side things are about as far from aggressive as you could imagine. STN drops in some religious words from Harold Smith and clean soul from Clem Curtis and Lord Large. Such are the twists and turns on this side that in the second half there’s doom metal from Pentagram, as well as some psychadelia from GOD and Love. Yet despite the twists and turns, the side never feels disjointed. The mood changes from Mantronix through other bass driven music – Capleton, Yusk 2k, Barrington Spence – gradually getting older and more chilled out, until finally at Clem Curtis things turn around, and the jam at the end of “Stuck in a Wind Up” leads on to the guitar driven end of side A.

I drew an entirely un-musical, un-scientific graph of three of the elements I thought were prominent in the first side, swing, looseness and toughness:



As you can see, tuff-ness forms a nice “U” shape, with Clem Curtis marking the middle. The three elements combine in equal measure for track 5, Yush 2k’s “Fade Away”.

Side B’s title “Screamers and Howlers” is a little misleading. I was expecting a direct follow-on from the metal and rock from the end of “Stompers and Lurchers” but in fact the opener is “No Government” by Nicolette, a post trip hop piece. This is nicely followed by Shakleton’s “New Dawn” which makes me think once again of the sonic proximity of dubstep and trip-hop. The Eastern vibes of “New Dawn” are taken even further in Old and New Dreams' "Chairman Mau" and this is followed by possibly my favourite track of the tape “Sound of the Rain” by Death Chants. It features acoustic instruments, some wailing and morse code-esque electronic beeps, all combined in a intriguing fashion. After Death Chants, the tape runs through a near gamut of styles. Foot tappin’ blues from Sonny Terry, spiritual sounds in Lloyd Chalmer’s “Conversation with death” and Skinny Puppy screaming “I know where the monster is!”

It’s difficult to really do the tape justice in writing. Partly due to my lack of knowledge about many of the artists, partly because I’m crap at writing, but mostly because of the breadth it covers. There are individual tunes I’ll track down (Death Chants, Sonny Terry, Alan Vega), but mostly it’s the subtle cohesion and themes that make this mixtape work perfectly as a whole.

Side A – Stompers and Lerchers

Kurtis Mantronik – Mad (Bleeker Street Hip-Hop Forumla)
Cutty Ranks – Armed and Dangerous (Goldie’s Beef Bass Mix)
Capleton – God Mi Love
Bounty + Lady – Ain’t No Sunshine
Yush 2k – Fade Away
Barrington Spence – Go Deh Natty
Alton Ellis – Preacher
Harold Smith + His Majestic Choir – We Can All Walk a Little Bit Prouder
Clem Curtis + Lord Large – Stuck in a Wind Up
Gary Walker – No No No
Link Wray – Deusces Wild
GOD – Mo Pal
Pentagram – Nightmare Gown
Roky Erikson – The Creature With the Atom Brain
Love – Discharged

Side B – Screamers and Howlers

Nicolette – No Government (Plaid Mix)
Shackleton – New Dawn
Old New Dreams – Chairman Mao
Death Chants – Sound of the Rain
Sonny Terry – Lonesome Train
Lloyd Chalmers – A Conversation With Death
Skinny Puppy – Monster Radio Man
Alan Vega – Cry A Sea of Tears
23 Skidoo + Pharoah Sanders – Dawnin’
Resess – Study #1 for Symphony #1

(Review from Tox)

IdleRich reviews Matt B

OK, well the other reviewers have done something more interesting than merely listing the songs and saying what they like about each but, in the absence of any clever ideas I’m going to do it the old fashioned and simple way. Got the cd through the door already knowing it was from Matt but not really sure what to expect except for a vague idea that he was a contributor to Woofer and therefore likely to be into reggae and other related music…. to my surprise however, after a spoken sample the tape kicks off with a couple of hard rocking tunes from Bitch Magnet and Fury. I really struggle with this kind of stuff I have to be honest and I don’t think either of these is going to be the one to reel me in. Of the two I much prefer the second, which is far more aggressive and raw with a desperate and on edge sounding vocal ramping up the excitement levels and competing with the pummelling drums to force its way into your head. It does what it wants to quickly and effectively making its predecessor seem bloated in comparison.
After these things take an immediate turn for the better; I’ve always enjoyed Captain Beefheart without feeling the need to track down all his stuff and the next track – Here I Am I Always Am – is new to me and also rather good. It’s catchy and filled with tempo changes and sticks in your head to the extent that I’ve often found myself humming it at random points of the day. The next track is an uncharacteristically (from what I’ve heard) hooky number from Albert Ayler – it’s quite similar to Beefheart but also somewhat odder with the way that bits unexpectedly drop out and the vocal is stuttered or just stops at one point. Love the all over the place drumming later on that sounds like some nutter whacking fuck out of some pots and pans…. but I think I’m noticing a pattern of sorts here now with tunes coming in pairs that are arguably similar. This continues with Patches by Clarence Carter and a disco tune from Barry White. I did some research here (did I cheat?) and apparently Patches was a big and “sentimental” hit for CC in the seventies but it’s new one to me. Well, it certainly is sentimental, it’s also fucking brilliant with a massive chorus and a great cheesy story of battles against poverty and adversity that has me almost in tears when I listen to it drunk and which I listen to many times when I’m drunk. I love this kind of stuff and this is great. Also enjoy the next one, a relatively restrained vocal performance from White over a slinky, multicoloured slice of disco. Not quite as good as its predecessor but a worthy follower I think.
OK, after the last pair we get a couple of more electronic things. The first – Cathart by Isan – sounds like it would fit easily on to a seventies electronic library (kind of reminded me of the Klaus Weiss one I put on the tape I made for Matt in fact, in feel and sound if not really in song structure) except rounded out to give you a full experience - instead of frustratingly finishing after 38 seconds and leaving you with the dawning realisation that the rest of the album is total bobbins which is the listening experience I associate with the average library track. It feels cold and sounds like a signal from outer space though probably not one to us, just something we might catch part of by accident as it passes through our galaxy and that we will never be able to understand. Yeah, I like it a lot.
Some of this feel is preserved for the next track - Shackleton remixed by Pole – except the sounds this is created from seem to be more earth bound, sonic detritus in fact, unwanted noises from machines that are designed for other purposes – which is a round about way of saying that the I’m pretty sure that the main instrument here is a photocopier fleshed out with a few more exotic bendy sounds as it nears the end. It’s got a kind of funky little groove to it with Pole’s trademark warm glitches on top, another very nice track.
And now some of the predicted reggae starts to show up beginning with LV feat Dandelion and a track called CCTV – an inspired follow up to the previous track as it keeps the same kind of low key groove going and uses a related sound palette, becoming more cinematic and slinky in feel as it continues until finally it’s replaced with another cinematic and ghostly (and wicked I should say) reggae tune from The Shanti-ites. Next more reggae and I don’t really need to say much about this track having already asked what it was on dissensus (it’s listed as “?” on the listing as it’s an uncredited b-side) and bought it – I will say that everyone who has been round my house when I’ve played it has asked what it was so it should be clear that it’s really good. Then some Lee Perry with a track that reminds me in a weird kind of way of Double Heart by Robert Rental, one of my all time favs – although it doesn’t really sound anything like it, must be something similar in the lyrics I suppose although it’s called Nuh Fe Run Down which doesn’t tie in too well either.
Then our selector obviously decided it was time for a change in pace, DJ Vadim feat Demolition Man with a hectic (or at least hectic compared to the last few tunes) slice of reggae hip-hop, good fun and with one really cool noise that keeps cropping up when you least expect it. The next track raises the energy levels higher still, K-Rock/Linda Lovelace “Brock Up, Mash Up” consists entirely of those lyrics in a brilliant/annoying high pitched voice over huge electronic bass and beats. It’s effervescent and another I find myself humming after just one listen. The next track I can’t quite read the title of but it could be Cancer Queen which would be good because it’s the name of a book I just read. Either way it’s made from a vocal loop and sirens and a wired bassline which crashes in every now and again for that added danceability factor, after a few listens it struck me what a funky track this is. Saying this is strikes me that one thing I ought to make clear in general about this tape is that I’d definitely like to hear a few of these tunes out – although probably not the next one, a reworking of the Penis Song from Monty Python over some breakbeat drumming with the odd bit of computerised stretching thrown in every now and again.
Two hip-hop tracks next – Murs first up and I’m not really feeling it that much I’m afraid. A powerful lyric is backed with a beat that’s not really interesting enough to engage you for the whole thing and the hodge-podge of samples doesn’t really grab me either. The next track from Mr Lif starts more interestingly but again doesn’t really keep that interest until the end.
Then Fairport Convention, a band I’ve never quite been able to make my mind up about. My friend played me some of their stuff that was nice but some of it is just plain annoying. This one – Angel Delight – is somewhere in the middle for my money. It certainly has an annoying edge to it but somehow survives that to make it a kind of marmite type pleasure. I need to listen to the lyrics more carefully to figure out even roughly what is going on in what appears to be a narrative but it seems to be something a little strange to say the least.
Then finally a track called Fucked Up, an appropriate ending to a great mix. An irreverent bit of exuberant punk swearing that sounds as though the band are enjoying it and you can’t be going too far wrong if you’ve got that coming through in your tunes. So overall, a really good mixture of styles with some killer selections (Isan, Clarence Carter, ? etc) and, inevitably, a few I wasn’t quite so keen on and which never takes itself too seriously – which is exactly what you’re hoping for when you sign up here, to find out about someone else’s tastes and what makes them click musically. I think I’ve had a good whistle-stop tour round part of Matt’s collection and I like it – sounds like it would be a good place to go and visit properly and spend more time in the bits I liked the best. Thanks a lot for this Matt and same to Dan for organising.

John Eden's magickal mystery tape

(Review by Bassbeyondreason)
This tape came with the tracklist inside another sealed envelope, with a recommendation of blind listening. Mr Eden will be pleased to know that I managed not to peek at the tracklist before listening (although I couldn't bring myself to throw away the envelope unopened). Side A was a solid mix of (mainly unfamiliar) roots reggae/one drop. I ended up playing it quite a bit while reading/resting/napping, and it worked well. Side B was the real treat though, with a lot of industrial and noise taking me back to my early teenage years, including a Consolidated song I haven't listened to in at least 7 years, so cheers for the flashback. Also had one of Stewart Home's musical efforts, which I was impressed by and will be investigating, plus some foreign punk band whose name I don't remember (and don't have the tracklist to hand), who were great and completely new to me. Roll on next swap!

IdleRich “Blank” cassette swap

This started so badly, my cassette deck falling at the first hurdle- that is, in making a tape. After eighteen years service (bought with my first ever grant cheque from Richer Sounds in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne), it finally gave up the ghost immediately I pressed the button with the red circle, first record cued up and ready to go.

So, my contribution became a one away CD- all data immediately erased- and meant that in order to play the tape compiled by Rich, I had to dig around in various boxes searching for my old cassette walkman. Which I failed to locate. Instead, I have been listening to it on a dictaphone which uses full size tapes (rather than the mini-ones that I used to tape Morecombe and Wise with and then listen to under the pillow at night).

However, it is possible that the poor audio reproduction qualities of the battery hungry Sony TCM-84V may not be a bad thing. This is because Rich’s tape seems to mine a seam of obscurities where the dust and accumulated resins present on the physical artefact actually enhance the overall listening experience.

This is of course, pure conjecture, as I have not researched or Googled any of the artists presented herein. That seemed wrong. I only briefly glanced at the track list, having read a nice note from the man himself. I only recognised a couple of names, Morricone being one. I think. I don’t have the bit of paper in front of me.

Overall, this excellent tape places me in a woozy state of mind, slightly concerned for the creators of the music, who it would seem, are trying to create classic pop/rock songs but somehow failing to due to some sort of mental derangement. Good.


Press play.

“Hello there, hello there…” a Pinky and Perky impersonator states over 1960s surf music, with added electronic overdubs. A bass throb punched in by a drunk. Frighteningly fast Morse Code signals- a panicked message from the future (or past).

This is followed by what sounds like library music with a French lounge God doing his best to get the girls. I wish I understood French. I’d love to see the TV programme this (may) come(s) from- all smart suits and Gitannes. It would, no doubt have a classic ‘Bad Trip’ episode.

[I may as well mention this now. I know next to nothing about 1) library music (beyond a Vibert compiled ‘Nuggets’ compilation and from memories of that, I’d put a fair bit of the music here into the genre. I've wanted to know more, but other things -reggae- have always got in the way), or 2) the rest of the stuff on the tape. So I, as with the above comments and those that follow, could be way off and/or hugely offensive. I’m listening in the dark here.]

An interlude with layers of effects. This time a ghost sings along with a looped bass/ piano/ drum trio funking it up in European fashion.

A Flute! Spaghetti Western guitars! A Triangle! Axelrod sounding? Nice.

Then the Clangers bang pots inna Konono No. 1 style. Is it any surprise that Rich started a thread on Dissensus about Psychedelic music? No.

An orchestra tunes up. A Tuba. Chanting. More overdubs- crowd noise, surf guitar, guttural utterances, construction site banging, blowing through a straw into a glasss of water. Church bells. A baby cries. A Rewind. You can still dance to it. A pretty remarkable feat.

Wonky deep soul. Men are bastards. But hey, come on in! I’m in a spin! I want your love.

The electronic wiggle thread reappears, this time over kosmiche wah-wahing, aided by a jazz drummer, feeling free. Scat singing! It works! Must be exhausting searching all this stuff out.

Rich loves that distorted bass sound too. I bet that break’s been sampled to fuck. I’m rocking in my chair. Woo Hoo!

By now, I’m fairly ashamed of my meagre CD- a lack of ‘WTF?’ obscurities; rather a Radio6 show without the talking. Apart from ‘The Penis Song’. At least it wasn’t all reggae.

A vocal number comes and goes. I was writing the above. A vain attempt to cover my back.

A change of pace. A couple of Disco/Funk numbers. Like wot DFA copied.

Bit of a skronk out at the end of the next one.

Fuck it, bung it all in. See what comes out. As long as the drummer keeps us on track. Which (s)he does. Jaunty horror business. The whipcrack a tad threatening.

A late night drive in a Citroen DS. Away from the city. Still got the F. Some Mellow Candle ‘wooing’ for emphasis. They escaped. But only just. Phew.

Drum machines and synths left to run. Good timing, My brain could do with time to consolidate.

Turn Over. Press Play.

Intros and outros are important, especially on tapes. (Better on tapes- you get four goes). On side two, we’re invited to the circus to see the Indian rubber boy, fat ladies, sword swallowers and snake charmers, amongst other things. Some acts multi-task others eat animals alive. A sense of Nick Cave overtaken by Ju-ju.

Some 1960s optimistic beat- pop. Seems a bit straight up after side one. The band members probably wore Winklepickers. Which- to me- are more interesting than the music playing:

“They [Winklepickers] attained some notoriety, when they first appeared, as a result of being worn in gang fights (sometimes by both sexes) though it seems that contemporary newspaper reports of such clashes were, as ever, sensationalised flights of the imagination on the part of bored journalists with nothing better to write about. In fact, although the Winklepicker looks lethal, it would be far more likely for damage to be caused to the delicately pointed shoe than to the opponent in any serious kicking incident…” (Wikipedia).

We get back on track. Someone’s having fun putting their voice through a barrage of effects. I hope it’s a love song, though I can’t tell. What was that Pink Floyd song that Ween copied? Something to do with weasels in a cave? Anyway, the vocal multi-tracking at the end of this song is like that.

More effect laden vocals, this time combined with electronica rather than a hammond. ‘Synth-pop’ would be too fluffy a term. Add some Krautrock. I wonder if Rich will like the ISAN tune I included on his comp? The singer here sounds a bit like Mark Gardener in the chorus. I’ve still got the Ride demo somewhere. On cassette, natch.

The next one could well be created by 1960s Haight-Ashbury types before going all Butthole Surfers covering ‘Hurdy Gurdy Man’ for a few bars. Is the tape player warbling? Wow? Flutter? Probably meant to sound like that. A brief piano outro? Crazy hippies.

A sax plays the ‘I want your soul’ melody from Aphex’s ‘Come to Daddy’. Or is it ‘I’m a man, yes I am, yes I am’? Don’t know who sung that. Anyway, the enjoyable drums/hammond/guitar combination continues.

Any attempt to guess the nation of origin of this one could well make me look like a racist twunt. The mystical Far East meets Dixieland jazz. That crass enough for you?

Do the Mashed Potato*! Inna echo chamber.
*No, that’s not the right dance- it should be the one where you put your hands on opposite knees and stuff.

Crikey, sexy girl wants to dance with me. Can’t say no.

Dr Bizarre likes his synths, but laughs evilly.

Then The Adventure Game meets Fat Boy Slim (sorry). Add vocoder.

Tape ends.


I’m exhausted doing all that.

So, a wicked cassette from areas of music I have at best a passing knowledge of and I didn’t know a single song in the entire 90 minutes. I don’t feel the need to dig much deeper with this sort of stuff, but that is in no way to demean of diminish the quality- I dread to think the amount of time Rich has spent trawling through dusty record shops searching out these gems. I’m just glad I now own a tape that I can use to quench a thirst I didn’t know I had, as and when required.

I believe Rich deejays, and if this is the sort of music he plays out, I’d heartily recommend an evening in his company.

Lots of love,

Matt B

Benny B's Garage Mixes

It was with some trepidation I opened the first package in this round of the Dissensus tape swap and noted that it was all Garage! Two mixes back to back, one 1997-98, the other from 2001-2003. Blimey - house music! It’s been so long! Soundtrack to my youth in a lot of ways… many a misspent night was spent bopping away googly-eyed to repetitive beats, from my late teens to my late 20s really. Going back earlier, I can remember listening to what was probably the first house music shows in London, Jazzy M (on errmmm… LWR?) and hearing the acid house on pirates. Early Trax singles found their way out to Ilford and used to nestle alongside Nu Groove, with Soul II Soul and Just Ice in my record boxes. These days however, house music has been washed out of life, alongside clubs, drugs and dancing sadly. None of the latter have gone completely but all are lot less frequent than they used to be. House music in the last few years has most regularly been heard as annoying, distant thump through floors and walls, prompting mucho bitching on my part if it happens to be my flat.

Anyway, as it’s a mix, I’m not going to do a track by track breakdown. I’m going to more write about my reactions and pull out a few tunes which stood out to me. I decided to listen to this tape while doing simple tasks like the washing up and cooking. Stuff where I like my brain to wander off. I must confess for the opening couple of songs on first listen I wasn’t feeling it – but gradually I began to warm up, as dormant parts of my brain came back on line. In a way, it felt like what I was doing was retraining my ears. Instead of looking for the various indefinable whatever-they-ares I normally go for, I felt I was tuning into something much simpler, and listening for something very different. Simple structures - drumsbeat/hi-hat, bass, various samples and mid tones sounds and stabs – and in these structures, the pleasures seemed to come out of tuning into the way these elements interplayed, listening for both the pleasures of repetition and the slight variations in tone and texture. I also found myself listening just to sound in itself a lot more, just simple noises that got me going. For instance, I particularly liked the bass sound on “Mr Maniac” by Genaside II - deep and resonant but still a bit cheap sounding and tinny, as if made by flatulent Metal Mickey. Another example of this is “Bad Boy” on Side 2 – loads of different sounds bouncing off each other – rolling bass, bruk up ragga samples, alongside other tones, stabs and clicks. Great tune. I may be getting weirdly overanalytical here (consequences of listening to dance music at home and writing about it maybe?) but it reminds me of dub – not so much how it sounds, but in the interplay of parts.

Another aspect for me was very much connotation – the connections and memories summoned up by these simple textures. I know that I like that bass soundd because of a couple of old UK house/hardcore records I used to know (I keep thinking Unique 3 but am not sure if this is right.). As I stood there, with my hands deep in suds, other pleasures came to mind. Not so much memories of clubbing, but synthaesthic impressions – dim red light, dry ice, just moving, spacing out, certain little fantasies I used to have while dancing. “Deep Inspiration” by Double 99 was a a particularly good example of this – just the simple keyboard riff reminded me of the idea/concept/impression of clubbing in NY the Paradise Garage. Not that I’ve ever been but I imbibed a ton of style magazine articles, pirate radio interviews and fragments of clubland history that this groove summons to mind.

On the subject of connotations, I will admit this cuts both ways. The four four beat in particular has negative connotations for me – years of hearing it, muffled, through next door neighbours wall etc meant, at moments, I'd have an adverse reaction. I almost felt I had to distract myself by listening to other elements in the mix. I’m sure this is also consequence of listening to the mixes on my crappy cheap stereo in the kitchen – I’m sure these beats aren’t meant to be just meant to be heard, but felt instead. A couple of tracks I found a bit boring for this reason – not enough extra going on - I think it might’ve been the Wesley J & Shimano ones?

Some other tracks that stood out for me – both the tracks by G.O.D. , they seemed to me heavier, with more of a jungle/ragga feel coming in. Lots of snapping kick drums and again farty UK basslines again. I liked “Lickle Rolla” as well for the breakbeaty feel and the ringtone bassline.

Alrighty, to sum up then - I’d say I enjoyed the mix the most, when I imagined myself dancing and let myself go into my impressions and memories of clubbing. There’s an edge of nostalgia for that stuff with me, the scent of sweat and amyl nitrate. Also, the more I listened to it, the more I like it – it’s not just about retuned ears here, there’s something hypnotic going on. Giving in to the repetition. Musically, I seem to lean towards the UK/ragga/jungle axis, which is unsurprising given my affection for reggae. I’m not sure if I’m the target audience for this kind of mix anymore but I really enjoyed it, and it’s been really interesting to reengage and think about the music in a way I never used to, though without the bursts of weekend hedonism, I can’t imagine getting fully back into it. Overall, then top stuff, and thanks a million.

DannyL