Various - Fabric 29: Tiefschwarz (Original TC Review)

Fabric: 2006

(2013 Update:
Yay, another dated review. It's not my fault though, as the Fabric series was going from strength to strength in the mid-'00s. Who'd have thought they'd settle into a predictable rut as the years wore on, not to mention get outclassed by the burgeoning Balance series.

Still, this particular edition remains solid enough, if anything for a tracklist filled with a 'who's who' of this scene - Tiefschwarz may not have accomplished much since this came out, but they knew their tech-house that year. It also captures the brief period when the minimal aesthetic had creativity, before the dominance of plink-plonk-hiss annoyances (re: the Dubfire effect). Though it was written for the benefit of TranceCritic readers not boned up on minimal, my detailing of its influence still holds up pretty well, though obviously a different tense is required.)


IN BRIEF: Minimal sounds without the pretentiousness.

Before I start, I’d like to give some much deserved props to Fabric. Of all the DJ mix compilations over the years, theirs has to be amongst the most daring. Never have I seen a series exhibit such a wide range of musical styles, all the while equally giving the spotlight to superstars and underground darlings. Fabric isn’t interested in pandering to the progressive elite or the deep house elite or the techno elite. They release DJ mixes for folks who enjoy dabbing in everything. And bloody prolifically at that. At the rate Fabric kicks these mixes out, I’m surprised the quality control has remained as consistent as it has.

It’s interesting that Tiefschwarz’ go was the one I should have come across to review for our first dip into this series. Some could point out tapping the German brothers for a mix was nothing more than Fabric jumping on the ‘minimal’ bandwagon, which might be a vali-

Eh? Oh, you noticed those apostrophes around minimal. Perhaps I should explain that. Y’see, folks, minimal is the new buzzword promo people and clueless scenesters are jumping on. Much like ‘electro’ before it (and to some extent, still), the term is annoyingly ambiguous in what kinds of music it refers to, but generally these are them: minimal/dub/deep techno; simple tech house; micro house; deep prog house; nearly anything with a 130 bpm groove and the cliché “rewards paying attention” is apt. The perversion of their pet genre’s name has raised the ire of purists, an all too common result of an underground sound becoming popular. It’s grown large enough that some long-time minimal artists distance themselves from the sound altogether. Heh, you can always tell a buzzword is getting big when those associated with it claim they produce anything but.

Was Fabric merely cashing in on the hot underground sound of the summer when they released this? Perhaps a little, but it’s hardly the first time the series dipped into these waters, and now’s as good a time as any to expose some underrated talent now that folks will be more interested in it. Tiefschwarz - Alexander and Sebastian to the tax men - have been around for a good decade, earning their keep in the house and techno trenches with various singles and remixes. I’d say they deserve a bit of time in the spotlight since their sound is all the hipster rage.

The brothers kick off their mix with some dark dubby tunes. Minimal? Tech house? Either or, really, as the tracks are quite sparse in arrangement, yet contain a definite groove one can shuffle their feet along to. Claude VonStroke’s Whose Afraid Of Detroit? is especially nice with a grumbling bassline and a bleepy hook - love those ominous pads lurking in the background.

Now this is where things get tricky in covering a release like this. How, pray tell, does one describe what goes on in a mix that contains lots of bleepy clicky sounds and groovy rhythms, but scant little in the way of noticeable hooks? By way of feeling, which has always been the appeal of minimal sounds in EDM. The drawing power of Tiefschwarz’ track selection is in the atmosphere they create and maintain rather than dropping big tunes after each other. A song like Touane’s Bassic is quite, um, basic on its own, with a good shoulder-shakin’ rhythm but little else. What it does do though, is keep your interest with intriguing soundscapes, piquing your curiosity as to what may follow. While their choice of Schumacher’s Rotor may be suspect in this case (those are some really drab sounds going on here), the track’s tone nonetheless matches what came before while providing a unique twist. Interest maintained, curiosity grows, onto the next smooth mix to see where we go next. It’s a winning formula, and Tiefschwarz execute it admirably during the course of their mix. Rotor is probably the only real stumble in this middle chunk; each successive track after displays a quirky wit in their choice of music while never losing the darkish overtones laid out in the beginning.

Of warning though: because Tiefschwarz have opted for a mix that expresses their muses with atmosphere, truly energetic moments are rather rare as a result. Yes, the rhythms do groove, and they sometimes even get mildly funky as well, but hardly ever do they excite; the shuffling percussion of Ichundu’s Hey is about as active things get. This isn’t to say there aren’t interesting arrangements to be heard, but if you’re looking for big room bombs, you’ve wandered into the wrong house, my friends.

As Tiefschwarz head into the final stretch, they leave the quirk behind and indulge in floaty (re: ketamine) tech house. There’s still a hint of unease, mind, a feeling that really hasn’t gone away since the opening track from Troy Pierce. But whereas the beginning delved into the ominous nature of it and the middle had fun with the oddities, the end calms you down in spite of some really bizarre sounds; The Hammer Of Thor from Riton will definitely make you take notice, although the hook is interesting enough.

Oops. Spoke too soon. Al and Seb throw one more bit of quirkiness our direction with the final track, a bloopy, glitchy downtempo remix of Kate Wax’s Beetles And Spiders done by Roman Flügel. It’s an amusing way to finish this disc off, but a bit heavy on the tongue-in-cheek wit.

Fortunately, the rest of their mix isn’t. Tiefschwarz have crafted a worthwhile addition to the Fabric legacy, with equal parts charm, groove, and fun without abandoning the aspects of what makes this sound appealing. Although it won’t convert those who are still suspicious of ‘minimal’, it will please those who enjoy the heady nature of the music nonetheless.

Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event - The Final World Front

Elektra: 1998

You could not go through the '90s and miss one of Busta Rhymes’ videos, they of many a fish-eyed lens as he donned eccentric costumes and wardrobe, always perfectly synced with his eccentric raps and word play; also, dreadlocks. Thanks to such promotion, his star grew, somehow taking the idea of 'wacky-doo hip-hop personality' and thriving on it whilst other off-the-wall types were almost unanimously relegated as posse mainstays but little else. Flava Flav needed Public Enemy, Ol' Dirty Bastard needed Wu-Tang Clan, but Busta Rhymes was just fine without Flipmode Squad (much less his original crew). Though he doesn't command the same attention as before (does any '90s hip-hop star?), his followers maintain he's yet to lose his touch, at least when focusing on his own material rather than guest-versing on other cuts.

I can see why he'd garner such a dedicated following, as Mr. Rhymes had an incredible run of albums leading up to Y2K, his third one - Extinction Level Event - capping off a sorta-thematic apocalypse trilogy. Nor did he let such millennia paranoia overwhelm his work, mixing it up with regular club bangers, somber stories, and even occasional chick music.

Speaking of which, one of the big singles off here was the Janet Jackson duet, What’s It Gonna Be!? Eh, perhaps because I've a pair o' nads, this tune's never done it for me. That said, the video’s great, in a totally '90s sort of way. Gotta love that old school CGI!

Oh well, girls gotta have their R&B. For those after the bangin' side of hip-hop, the album has plenty of cuts to sate your needs, including a strong opening salvo to warm you up. After an intro that details what the end-times will bring (with a nifty effect dropping the narrator's voice deeper and robotic as his speech goes on), Busta keeps bringing the fire with beats that match his eccentric style, a mini-climax going down with the titular cut (of course). Nottz, a burgeoning talent at the time, was tasked with most of the production here, but a few of the heavy hitters of the late '90s – including Rockwilder, DJ Scratch, and Swizz Beatz – also contribute.

And what rap album is complete without guests? Flipmode Squad do their posse cut, but the show stealer is Mystikal on Iz They Wildin Wit Us & Getting Rowdy Wit Us, Busta and him trading back rapid-fire lyrics (seriously, that guy was too good for No Limit Records – shame about his career). Oh, and Ozzy crops up at the end with a cover of Ironman called This Means War!! - Busta’s means it too, dropping two exclamation marks.

Extinction Level Event's a solid, varied album, one of the stronger choices for someone unfamiliar with Busta Rhyme’s work to dive into. The only gripe could be his apocalypse theme didn't get enough attention in favour of club “hits” clogging up the back end, but if I wanted that, I'd just throw on Deltron 3030 again.

The Prodigy - Experience (Original TC Review)

XL Recordings: 1992

(2013 Update:
This review feels dated now, even though, technically, The Prodigy have yet to make any sort of proper reclaim to fame. An interesting thing happened a few years after I wrote this, though: old school hardcore started receiving props again, with acts making one-off throwbacks, and even occasional 'concept' albums; all the while, an American (re)fascination with raving undoubtedly has the group getting name-checked far more often than any point during the decade prior.

I should mention the writing here reflects my transitional phase from track-by-track detailing. It's not as cumbersome as my earliest reviews, but there are still clunky chunks of grammar. Rough around the edges, much like Experience!)


IN BRIEF: It’s got the beat; that’s all we need.

When I randomly pulled this from my collection of music to review, the first thought that came to me was, “Why should I review this? It’s a decade and a half old; everything that could be said regarding Experience has been said and then some. Besides, with The Prodigy’s relevance inconsequential these days, it’s not like-”

And then I was struck dumb for a moment. Could it really be true? The Prodigy were no longer relevant? I’m not just talking about fading from popular musical taste, but that, for all the groundbreaking material that was released under the Prodigy banner, almost none of it has the slightest bearing on modern tastes. For anyone associated with electronic music throughout the previous decade, this comes as a bit of a shock.

Hands up if you grew up during the ‘90s. Remember just how big the Prodge were? Even with three albums that bore scant resemblance to one another, their impact was undeniable. Numerous hit singles. Multiple sub-genres spawned. Dynamic live show. Take-no-prisoners attitude. Hell, they even managed to break typical ‘dance sux’ mainstream America! Every young EDM fan had that moment when they paused and, much like Led Zepplin for rock fans, declared The Prodigy the best ever (even if that opinion changed within a day).

But Liam Howlett’s musical dry spell hurt, and a new batch of partiers emerged without a Prodigy experience (having to settle for superstar trance DJs instead, poor bastards). In a scene where trends take little time to change, Howlett was left to play catch-up rather than lead the charge as he always had. The new generation of ravers saw little interest in looking back to the past when they had their own scene. The Prodigy, once an unbeatable force no one could stop, became a token footnote regarding ‘90s trivia and ‘funny hairstyles in music’.

If the Prodigy material was firmly stuck in the ‘90s, this would be understandable. Like any Height-Ashbury folk rock act, they’d retain a level of respect but would still be unable to escape the era that spawned it. However, Howlett’s productions aren’t stuck in the ‘90s. Sure, they may conjure up ravey-raves or ‘electronica’ promos, but many tracks remain just as effective today as they were a decade ago, even without nostalgic blinders.

For all its old school hardcore trappings, Experience can still pummel a party fourteen years on. The opening four-track stanza - Jericho, Music Reach, Wind It Up, and Your Love - is as much an endurance test as it is a collection of songs. Howlett’s rhythms are super-fast and utterly relentless, yet always fascinating to hear, mixing up a dynamic blend of innovative breakbeats with stadium-sized resonance. Even Hyperspeed, despite a lengthier intro than the tracks prior to it, gives no respite, unleashing some of the most devastating beats on Experience. And Charly, though stripped down compared to the others, still packs a punch. Whatever Howlett did to create such powerful drums and basslines has endured far better than numerous copycats could ever have hoped.

But enough talk of the rhythms, you say. What about melodies and hooks? Unfortunately, this has always been where Experience stumbles. To be frank, most of them merely serve the rhythms: synth stabs giving extra punch to a kick; strings providing atmosphere; etc. Take out most of Liam’s beats, and you’d get very generic old school rave hooks that could fit into any number of producers’ discography.

This isn’t to say they aren’t catchy or even enduring. The uplifting pianos of Wind It Up or hoover fun of Charly still work today, and little things in the other tracks have moments of charm as well. However, you get the impression it didn’t matter what Howlett did to complement his rhythms - they were so good that anything could work, so he just grabbed a few proven techniques of the era rather than make his own styles.

Hell, maybe Liam himself realized this all too well. How else can one explain the absurd Out Of Space. Is there anything more loony than a boing sound? (well, maybe a kazoo) This track could very well be a piss-take on the very sound he popularized, showing no matter how corny the surrounding hooks, samples, effects, and even accompanying video got, the beats would still carry the track to awesomeness. Amazingly (and perhaps ironically), it went on to be one of their fans’ all-time favorite tracks.

The strength of Howlett’s breakbeats is further exemplified by Everybody In The Place, because this is the one track on Experience they are missing! Making use of a standard four-to-the-floor rhythm at a heightened BPM, this track comes off quite bland amongst the surrounding company, and unfortunately shows just how weak many of the hooks are without the dynamite breaks.

Still, Howlett was determined to show he had skill in other facets of music, so despite being stuck making mostly hyperfast breakbeats around this time, he managed to squeeze in an ‘epic’ track called Weather Experience, where two-thirds of the song are spent on sweeping string synths and chunky hip-hop beats. It’s a welcome respite from all the manic energy to be had on this album, and its slow build towards bubbling acid and a chaotic climax is quite cinematic in musically re-creating a sudden storm.

It might have been a mistake to include it though, because it leaves the follow-up tracks sounding incredibly lackluster in comparison. Fire and Jungle Bizness, while having some energy to them (you just can’t deny them riddims), aren’t nearly as interesting as the tracks that came in the first half of Experience. They sound more like tag-ons than killer tracks to finish an album off strong.

No matter. Experience does finish strong in spite of this with Death Of The Prodigy Dancers. You’d think a live track would sound completely out of place here, yet it’s a perfect capper. The Prodigy were always at their best performing live, and this track is as much meant for live gigs as anything. A complete acid thrash-fest, it was simply designed to put dancers Leeroy and Keith through their paces for the audience to witness. As Maxim’s MCing encourages them on while super-charging the crowd, you can only imagine what dazzling footwork Leeroy was displaying or what manic theatrics Keith was parading. And with your imagination doing the work, Death Of The Prodigy Dancers easily gets you pumped even if the sound quality isn’t as sharp as all the other tracks.

And that’s why, even if The Prodigy aren’t as relevant in today’s scene, they can still hook in new fans with ease when given the chance. Howlett may have gone on from Experience to become a better songwriter but there’s still an exuberant innocence on display here. The energy was overflowing at this early stage, and its infectiousness has become timeless. “Check it out!”and “Let it rock you!”

The Chemical Brothers - Exit Planet Dust

Virgin Music Canada: 1995

Astute readers probably noticed a missing Dig Your Own Hole as I went through the 'D's. This wasn't on account of disliking The Chemical Brothers or anything - heck, I was down with their sound when they were still known as The Dust Brothers (amazing the acts one can find on early '90s 'ambient' compilations). Unfortunately for Dig, I was already sick of hearing its lead singles before the album proper hit the shelves, and even though I can find it for less than a dollar online, I'm still not inclined to snag a copy. If I can go a whole year without hearing Block Rocking Beats again, maybe then I'll finally give the album another chance.

Exit Planet Dust, however, I can play forever and not get tired of it ...most of the time. The final few tracks are a bit fillerish for my taste, but considering how hard and awesome this album hits you from the start, a drop in momentum is to be expected.

Still, the idea of big beats influenced by hip-hop breaks had already been explored by acts like Meat Beat Manifesto and Renegade Soundwave. The ChemBros, however, threw a new twist into the mix by adding liberal amounts of funk-rock and starry-eyed psychedelia, suggesting Summer Of Love vibes and knowing winks to music festivals in wide-open fields.

Leave Home's the opener, and right out the gate one can see why Simons and Rowlands became darlings of rock publications trying to get a handle on that 'electronica' music. Blending thrashy acid lines, funky guitar licks, and a cacophony of breakbeats and effects, it's a strong start to the album. In Dust We Trust goes one better, with a snarling hook that coils around your head as only an acid-drenched serpent could. Ah, help, I’m getting buried in hyperbole!

Those weaned on latter era Brothers Of The Chemical will undoubtedly be surprised by how rough and raw Exit Planet Dust sounds, far less attention paid to songcraft and simply laying out the beats as though catching the duo at a live gig. The whole middle section of the album plays out like such a set, especially so of the 'Beats Trilogy' following Song To The Siren. Fuck Up Beats in particular is a filthy beast of a track, and a shame it's so short. As if anticipating a necessary breather after the bedlam, Chico's Groove and One Too Many Mornings provides proper downtime.

Those two cuts could have been the perfect way to end the album on, but that would run quite short of runtime. So, we get glimpses of where The Chevy Bohemians would take their career at the end: Life Is Sweet pairs them up with an indie Brit-warbler, and Alive Alone sees the first of many Beth Orton collaborations. I guess if those are the sort of songs you prefer these Brothers to work out, that's your prerogative. Myself, I'm gonna go back to those fucked up big beats! UHH!

Various - Excursions In Ambience

Caroline Records: 1993

Excursions In Ambience was put together by Caroline Record, an American label that grew in prominence during the '80s as an outlet for indie-leaning rock of the punk, new wave, and industrial persuasion. Though they occasionally released groups that dabbled in electronic music, there was nothing to suggest they'd go full-bore with the genre; except, that is, Steve Hillage was signed to the label. Thus, when he released his System 7 material, Caroline handled his distribution (as 777 due to a legal hiccup in the States). Someone must have noticed Hillage getting chummy with several 'ambient-house' acts overseas and, sensing the trend, started up this series. With acts like Suicidal Tendencies and Alien Sex Fiend more to the Caroline faithful’s tastes, I can’t see them reacting positively to such a CD. Just as well, then, the series migrated over to the new Astralwerks after the first volume (both labels are owned by EMI/Virgin/Universal/Illuminati/etc.).

Well, that was a fun bit of history. Is the music worth that backstory? You bet! Interest in ambient house/techno/dub/hardcore still had momentum in '93, and the roster reflects the eclecticism the genre was capable of.

Many of the heavy hitters of that scene are present. Obviously, System 7 shows up, care of a remix of Miracle by The Orb, though re-titled Mia (The Fisherman Mix). Weird, and so is the track, but then it's The Orb, starting on the experimental stage of their career. Less 'out there' is The Future Sound Of London’s bleep-house cut Calcium and the rare, spacey Black Hole Mix of The Higher Intelligence Agency’s Solid Motion, itself about as bleepy as you’d expect of Bobby Bird.

Still, the weird, psychedelic stuff tends to dominate this CD. Tranquility Bass’ Mya Yadana seems a mish-mash of world beat and bubbly acid-dub, but we’ll go even deeper into the acid-bubble with Tarenah from Psychedelic Reasearch Lab (an oldie side-project pair-up of John Selway and Scott Richmond). More subdued is Psychick Warriors Ov Gaia’s Obsidian, almost meditative the way it quietly adds layers of acid, percussion, and vocal samples to a gentle bell hook.

Speaking of gaias, Banco de Gaia’s on here too, with an exclusive mix of his tune Desert Wind. It’s far more upbeat than other versions, almost house really, but aside from some mint bass drops at the end, not all that memorable. And while we’re speaking of exclusives, Ultramarine provides an Upbeat Mix (yes, that’s the name) of its own for Saratoga. Kinda hard to pin this one down though, as there’s acid, funky licks... it’s almost deep house, of that early ‘90s European style. Y’know, almost Balearic. And if we’re to end off on a Balearic vibe, what perfect way than Sub Sub’s Past?

If the point hasn’t been made clear enough, Excursions In Ambience is a gem of a little compilation, providing ample variety while maintaining its theme. These may not all be classics on here, but they deserve the attention of your ears.

Various - Evolution Of New Sounds

Large Records: 2004

Large Records is a house label based out of Chicago. Welp, you know right there this compilation’s gonna be class. It’s also been in operation since the mid-‘90s, when they lured in talent such as Kerri Chandler, DJ Sneak, Roy Davis Jr., and 95 South, some of whom still release occasional singles through Large. In fact, several prominent house producers have singles on this label, though Large doesn’t seem to have cultivated many exclusive artists. For a while during the ‘00s, Jeff Craven - Large’s director - compiled a clutch of releases for CD, with such titles as Rhythm Lounge and Electro Jazz. Oh yeah, we’re getting deep into the deep house vibes with this label.

Evolution Of New Sounds has a little more in mind than your standard ‘deeper-than-thou’ house music. Maybe it was due to the electro revival being in full swing when this came out, but there is a futuristic bent to some of these tracks. Shame the concept never went anywhere, this being the only entry Large released while Rhythm Lounge got a whole four volumes. I guess the label figured it wiser to pursue DJ mixes instead with their Get Large series.

Anyhow, this CD features many of Large’s regulars. Kerri Chandler’s here! Jay-J’s here! Roy Davis, Jr.’s here, twice! Recent signee Glenn Underground’s here! Home-grown Solar House is here! Peter Hecher, who never released anything on Large beyond Evolution Of New Sounds, is here, twice! A couple one-offs from Natural Rhythm and Pete Moss round out the rest, so a solid roster. On here!

For those fearing this will be too ‘electro-y’ for your deep house palette, fear not as things are kept mostly on an boogie-dub flavor. Jay-J and Macari’s Hold Onto You bumps wonderfully, while Hecher’s Funkdafied blends up-front production sounds with vintage funky house vibes. Elsewhere, Roy Davis, Jr.’s Soul Music works in some guitar licks, Chandler’s Fix Is U features saxophone solos and spoken dialog, and Natural Rhythm’s Nu-Bionics has your trumpets and Moogs. Much of this probably sounds like your stock deep house tropes, but each producer work these elements into deep grooves with skill and finesse. D’es guys, d’ey know d’ere deep house. Spicing things up further are scattered stabs at dubbed-out broken-beat and jazz-proper, Glenn Underground, Pete Moss, and Solar House doing the leg-work on these cuts.

Unfortunately, the idea of ‘evolution’ doesn’t really stick out on many tracks, except for the second Hecher tune, Respect 2 Giorgio. As you’ve probably assumed from that title, it’s very retro-sounding, making use of classic synths and driving rhythms that make sense while cruising late-night Neo-Tokyo. There’s still a deep element to it, but compared to most of the other cuts on this CD, far more futuristic than the funk and soul in play throughout. Evolution Of New Sounds could have used a few more like this to really stand out from the pack. Instead, it’s just another solid collection of deep house.

Underworld - Everything, Everything

Junior Boy's Own: 2000

As far as some folk are concerned, Underworld’s career ended here. That’s just stupid, as the group carried on fine following Darren Emerson’s departure. True, they never generated the same kind of buzz as their ‘90s heyday, but it’s not their fault if tastes, fashions, and populist opinion change with time. Still, I can’t help but wonder if they’re enjoying the retreat from the limelight, having the freedom to explore whatever music they so choose (though it’s funny hearing some synth-pop creeping into their recent work again, considering that was where Underworld started at).

At the turn of the century though, the group was still riding their peak, and this live album is about as perfect a captured snap-shot of their star-status as one can get. Released concurrently with a DVD, the music was cobbled from various performances of a worldwide tour. The movie's awesome as well, splicing in footage of several concerts along with videos that were produced by the firm Tomato. The full show's currently up on YouTube, if you're so inclined to watch.

A number of live CDs featuring electronic acts had existed by 2000, but Underworld upped the ante on theirs, setting the bar on audio quality higher than it'd ever been before. It recreates an exquisite blend of punchy, in-your-face music, open-air resonance, and crowd ambiance, such that it's easy to feel you've got a front row spot near the stage. The beats pound with authority, Karl Hyde’s vocals are never drowned out, and the mixdown wisely raises the hollers and cheers in and out whenever an epic moment erupts from the music, yet never removes them altogether. About the only quibble one could have is that this is not a one-hundred percent live experience, with an obvious break between tracks mid-set probably done for time constraints - might it have been stage banter that we missed out there? Plus, the final track on the DVD, Moaner, is missing, but considering the title of this release, Cowgirl seems the more appropriate way to end on.

Right, the songs. This coming out shortly after Beaucoup Fish, there's obvious favoritism towards that album: King Of Snake, Jumbo, Push Upstairs, and Cups all get repped. The serpent song aside, I'm not a huge fan of these cuts, but they get a good showing here, especially the latter two coming early in the set as strong, energetic follow-ups to the soaring Kiteless. Speaking of Second Toughest In The Infants, crazycrazycrazycrazy Pearls Girl and, of course, the anthem Born Slippy NUXX also make their way into the show.

And that’s all. Yep, just a mere nine tracks on Everything, Everything. It may seem like a gyp, but most of them get a lengthy run-through, satisfying even the most jaded Underworld follower (well, maybe not so much those upset by the lack of dubthatboomonmybedboy material). In the end, this CD is as best an encapsulation of the Emerson years as you'll ever find.

Moby - Everything Is Wrong

Mute: 1995

The only Moby album you’re supposed to have, even if you aren’t much of a Moby fan. At least, that used to be the case, before Play hit the streets - even then, it took a bit for that quanti-popular album to get going (re: heard in every commercial or soundtrack ever), so Everything Is Wrong still held onto its title for a little longer. The funny thing is it’s not like Play was the first of Moby’s releases to do this - tracks off here and even his first album cropped up on various soundtracks - but it was the most ubiquitous of the bunch, thus the one that stuck in the public’s mind.

As for Everything Is Wrong, this was the one that raised his star beyond underground darling, thanks to the marketing muscle his new label Elektra provided. No longer tied to his rave roots, he could explore sonic avenues as never before! Then why does half this album sound like he had trouble letting go of those rave roots?

Feeling So Real, Bring Back My Happiness, and Everytime You Touch Me are all throwback rave anthems, which is weird to type nearly twenty years on. Truth is though, by 1995, almost all aspects of old school hardcore had been snuffed out by the march of musical progress: jungle adopted the breaks and bass, happy hardcore pilfered the piano lines and giddiness, and the riffs went to... oh, let's say gabber. But these tunes by Moby, they sound exactly as you'd expect classic rave to sound in that year had the genre kept plugging on. Fun these days, but kind of odd back then.

What really got folks' attention though, were the lush, cinematic piano-chill tracks. God Moving Over The Face Of The Water's the classic of the bunch, featured at the end of the movie Heat as Al Pacino holds the hand of a dying Robert de Niro (aw, they could'a had a bromance). Personally, Hymn's the track for me, playing to the haunting, melodic strengths many a Moby tune has carried over the years. Elsewhere, the gospel influences and pop-potential hinted in prior releases get more focus this time out with tracks like Into The Blue and Cool First Hive (a dead ringer of a precursor to Play).

So some lovely moments, but ol' Richard also shows his burgeoning musical schizophrenic behavior. I don't recall if The Prodigy made it the in-thing to do, but Moby's first forays into dance-punk fusion appear too. The two cuts, they're... um, punk, that's for sure; heck, What Love? sounds like it could have been an Atari Teenage Riot track.

With so much genre dabbling, Everything Is Wrong doesn't come off like a cohesive album. Instead, it's a snapshot of where Moby was in the mid-'90s, figuring out what to do next with his music as one chapter of it was coming to an end. Despite the lack of any narrative or flow, it's still a fascinating listen.

Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere

Reprise Records: 1969

Considering I have more Neil Young releases than any other artist, it’s remarkable that it took four and a half months before encountering an album of his in my alphabetical listening. Fanboyish of me, you say, owning so much of his music? Pft, truthfully I’ve gathered perhaps a mere third of his output, as the guy’s been ridiculously prolific since the ‘60s. Still, I’m an admitted Rustie, and Young’s one of those musicians that’s hard to explain why you become a follower. For most, he’s just some guy that’ll make a song or three with a catchy hook, or some pleasant folksy harmonies, or a proper rock-out session, and that’s all. Then, without warning, something snags you, drawing you into Shakey’s world. It can be any number of his releases that does this - a man as eclectic as him has undoubtedly recorded a genre or two that you’ll fancy - but when it does, there’s no going back.

Personally, it was the album Ragged Glory, recorded with Young’s long-time back-up band Crazy Horse. This here album Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere was the first one they did together, apparently recorded a short while after enjoying a couple jams together when the band was still known as The Rockets. I know I’m just repeating the chorus of what everyone’s said since its release in 1969, but the synergy between the two was remarkable. With barely any prep time, Young wrote a few new tunes, and they got their asses in the studio, pretty much recording the whole thing on the fly. The result is definitely raw and under-produced, which only added to the charm of it, and became a staple for not only their subsequent releases, but almost Young’s entire musical career.

The big hit off here was Cinnamon Girl, which was quite a heavy rocker for its day. Chances are you’ve heard some version of it, and if not, go listen to it, and have it forever stuck in your head. Other tunes skewed more folksy, though the titular cut’s a fun little country-rock stomp (that bassline!), while Running Dry’s forlorn and rather psychedelic (hey, ’69, man!).

Two songs truly captured what Young and the Horse were capable of: Down By The River and Cowgirl In The Sand, primarily extended jams, the former more southern and the latter straightforward rock. If your idea of jam music only goes so far as The Grateful Dead or Phish, you’re missing out. These guys lock into a groove and just go, the Horse providing the rhythmic backbone while Young coerces whatever wonderful sonic mess he can out of his “Old Black” ’53 Gibson Les Paul. Throw in lovely, harmonic choruses every so often, and you've got a pair of classic guitar epics for your ears.

Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere is a solid introduction to Young and his Horse, but some of their best runs of these songs came at the live shows. Guess I’ll talk about that whenever I reach the 'L's.

Various - An Evening Of Trance: Mixed By DJ Grover

Topaz: 2000

You'd be forgiven in thinking this CD's hopelessly corny and not worth your while were you to judge it by its cover. Hell, you'd even be forgiven thinking along those lines after listening to the first track. You'd be doing yourself a disservice in thinking such thoughts though, for if you are thinking them, then you don't know anything about the label from which these tracks were gathered from. Go on, admit it, how many of you have heard of Eve Records? Maybe some of you Cult Of Schulz folks out there, but not many others I wager.

To be fair, I barely know anything about Eve Records either, and I own this CD. God bless Discogs, so here’s what I’ve gleaned from its profile there. Launched in the mid-'90s, it primarily was an outlet for Pablo Gargano's material. By the turn of the century, they'd gained enough momentum to bring in other talent, including such names as Atmos, Steve Gibbs, and yes, Markus Schulz. Eve Records even managed a few spin-off labels and has held strong to this day, though general consensus tends to favour their pre-2000 output.

Hopefully they’re not talking of the first track, Atlantis Shores by Sourmash. It sucks. Bad. Think your most inane, cliché epic trance of the late ‘90s coupled with poor production quality, and there’s your tune. Skip it, and never speak of it again.

After that, it’s pretty much the Pablo Gargano Show, as all but one other track is by him. Considering the poor opening, I wasn’t expecting much, but ol’ Pabs, he knows his trance. If you were following the genre during the late ‘90s, you were bound to have bumped into a couple of his cuts on compilations and mixes. Probably his biggest exposure came at the end of two Global Underground sets (Oakenfold’s Oslo and Digweed’s Sydney, specifically), but by and large he appeared on relatively underground releases. And I can hear why, as his sound is tough, energetic, and properly trance; essentially the kind of music that makes better sense at a warehouse rave than in a superclub.

He’s diverse too! There’s dark, brooding beasts like My Noise, acid leanings with Trance In Saigon and Niquest Limit, straight-up space-out moments like Illogical Trance and Peace & Love, and classy anthems like The Secret Spice. Shame this DJ Grover chap doesn’t appear up to the task of giving all his tunes a solid mix to stand on - may have been better to make this a regular, unmixed compilation instead.

I suppose one could complain An Evening Of Trance sells Eve Records short by making this almost all about Pablo Gargano (David Craig gets an acid trance cut in too), but the Italian native was Eve Records in those early years. There are likely more comprehensive releases of the label out there, but if you find this on the cheap, it’s a sound purchase if you have an ear for this sound.