Burial - Burial

Hyperdub: 2006

About time I get some Burial up in this here bloggin' bitch. I've made reference to him in a dozen other reviews, so it's only proper that I take the once-enigmatic post-dubsteppy future-garageist darling under the critical scalpel at some point. If only he'd have a higher workrate, chucking out EPs, LPs, and CDs at enough of a clip that I'd have covered at least one release by now. Wait... no, never mind, it wouldn't matter anyway. Lord Discogs tells me almost all his musics are titled in the bottom end of the alphabet – that are available on compacted discual format anyway. Man, when Burial goes low, it be low indeed.

Appropriately enough, I'm beginning this Burial business with his self-titled debut album. Come, let me take you to a bizarre time in electronic music history, when dubstep had barely squirted out of the London City underground. Hyperdub, the ultra-cool, savvy UK bass music label known for critically hailed acts like Kode9, Zomby, and DJ Rashad, had just launched. Many pegged it an upstart in the early dubstep scene, as few looked capable of toppling the mighty Tempa in those days. But they hadn't counted on a secret weapon in the likes of Burial emerging from those grimy South London Burroughs.

Thing about early dubstep is it was still entirely indebted to grime rap for its inspiration, especially so the ‘dub’ instrumentals. Grime, however, had emerged from UK garage, a rugged, aggressive counter to that scene’s glitzy urban attributes. D’em London rude-boys, they want no girly vocals and emotions in their gritty beats. Then Burial said, “Nah, guy, we can bring the garage soul to the warehouse. Watch.” And that’s what he done did, taking in garage samples and overdubbing them so they came out as ethereal whispers of UK clubbing’s past, contorted into something abstract and haunting. And geez, does it ever tug at your nostalgia memory centres. Small surprise everyone was quick in making the Boards Of Canada comparison, and it can’t be a coincidence that the Scotland duo took a long hiatus almost immediately after Burial emerged (yes it can).

But that’s the Burial as we’ve come to know, which broke out of UK obscurity with his sophomore album, Untrue. For this album, we only hear that half the time, and no surprise these are among the best tracks within. Distant Lights, Southern Comfort, U Hurt Me, Gutted, and Pirates all play to a sense desolate inner-city soul, even as the rhythmic shuffle echoes crisp and clear off abandoned buildings recently used for squat parties. There’s gentle rain-soaked ambience too (Night Bus, Forgive), but the rest of Burial is still tied to dubstep’s pure-grime roots, music much too sparse and rhythmically clunky for those uninterested in anything UK bass related.

Ultimately, Burial’s debut sounds like he’s exploring where his music can potentially go rather than being bothered in creating a cohesive LP. Considering how many copy-cats its spawned though, he definitely hit upon something special here.

Wu-Tang Clan - A Better Tomorrow

Asylum Records: 2014

I can't get Miracles out of my head! Is it because that chorus is totally brilliant, or totally daft, or brilliantly daft? It's certainly unlike anything the Wu-Tang Clan has ever done before, sounding both suitable for a corny old-timey musical and a corny EDM festival anthem. The Shaolin crew's appeal is for the rugged and raw feel of their beats and rhymes, yet here's an entry into their discography that's about as squeaky-clean as a Rodgers & Hammerstein production. Are the Wu members offering verses on Miracles even into it? They don't sound embarrassed or out of place – even Raekwon seems earnest about the song's intention (namely, can the world's troubles only be solved with miraculous intervention?). It boggles my brain, confounds my cranium, puzzles my pons.

That’s only one track though. The rest of A Better Tomorrow is, dare I say, not as bad as everyone’s making it out to be? I’m already split on Miracles, which has been every other critic’s big ‘NOPE!’ moment on this album. A few other weak moments aside though, I’m digging much of the Wu’s latest LP, especially such a hot opener like Ruckus In B Minor (ODB lives!) I’m fine there’ll never be another Enter The 36 Chambers or Forever - just provide solid, skill music, and I’m satisfied. And more often than not, I’m gettin’ my vibe on to A Better Tomorrow.

Ol’ RZA, he’s finally figured out how to get some mileage out of all those stockpiled instruments in his studio. After all, isn’t it better to create your own funk and soul loops with actual musicians rather than raid the past? If you have the capability, I say go for it, and RZA’s learned quite a bit from the true masters of the craft (no, not True Master). What I find fascinating about these beats is they’re still arranged in that distinct twitchy style RZA’s known for, but with real instruments complementing hip-hop beats, chop-sockey dialog, and scratched-up samples. Not every track hits the mark (ugh, Hold The Heater’s synths struggle to gain any traction), but for all the complaints I’ve read about RZA losing his way, I just don’t hear it. I want to hear this evolution in Wu-Tang Clan! Wait, does that make me a Wu-Tang apologist, willing to overlook every weird third-tier tangent and mediocre sub-sub affiliate project, all because it comes with that classic emblem? Oh God. U-God, even!

The real trouble with A Better Tomorrow is how inconsequential all these MCs come off. Though there aren’t any wack rhymes, no one really stands out either. It’s like RZA considered each Clan member just another instrument in his arsenal, which makes a bit of sense at this late stage. His fam’s found their own way after twenty years, and aren’t so reliant on him for exposure. It does make this album more of a RZA LP than a full-on Wu joint, which is your leave it or lump it decider in a nutshell.

Ghostface Killah - 36 Seasons

Salvation Music: 2014

Finally, after sifting through a bunch of Ghostface Killah's back catalog, I can discuss a new album from the prolific Wu-Tang Clan member. Law of averages dictated my alphabetical stipulation and Tony Starks' ceaseless work rate would coincide with each other eventually. What even is his average, on LP per year now? He could have easily faded with his '00s fame, ready to slow down and rest easy on the rap game - no one would think lesser of him. Yet here he is again, slamming back a Shaolin Powerthirst, spitting out four-hundred fresh verses, each filled with the same fire that's driven him since the earliest days of Wu-Tang's formation. What is he, the Neil Young of hip-hop?

For that matter, what else can he rap about? He’s done the street tales, the sexy come-ons, the conscious rhymes, the battles brags, and the made-man narratives... what’s left? Horrorcore? Nerdcore? Yes! I mean, Mr. Coles already takes on aspects of slasher flicks (the ‘ghostface’ persona) and geek culture (Ironman, obviously), so why not embrace them to their logical extreme? Spin some narratives that aren’t as tied to gritty block dramas and rap jargon either, instead take on fantastical elements as witnessed in the pulpiest of ‘70s exploitation films. It’s never held The RZA back.

I don’t think Ghostface is quite willing to go so far off the macabre end as RZA did with Gravediggaz, but on 36 Seasons, he shows no problem having his own Bobby Digital moment. This is a pure blaxploitation action-thriller, a familiar story told for anyone well versed in the cinematic sub-genre. Come, sit by the fire as I weave the tale. A man comes back from time away, usually while in prison, but sometimes to serve duty overseas, or other ‘mysterious’ reasons. His neighbourhood’s changed though: streets have grown rougher, corrupt cops patrol the roads, and worse of all, his woman’s found another man in her life. Not that he blames her, as nine years is a long time to be gone, but there’s something fishy about this cat. More urgent though, is cleaning up the illicit drug game, and as the cops are on the take, the man takes it upon himself to do the deed. A chemical explosion in one such raid leaves him physically incapacitated though, forcing him to see a ‘mad scientist’ for treatment, thus forced to wear a mask in the form of a ghost. Wait, isn’t this Dr. Doom’s origin story?

Actually, the whole ‘becoming Ghostface’ part only takes up a brief portion of the album’s narrative. Also, I’m kinda’ disappointed the ‘Final Showdown’ of the story only lasts one two-minute track’s worth - it felt like 36 Seasons was building up to something bigger. There’s little else worth complaining about though. Ghostface remains as taught a storyteller as ever, the beats ooze ‘70s funk and soul, and AZ makes for an excellent rap foil throughout. 36 Seasons isn’t an essential album, but it’s enjoyable and skill for a vigilante narrative.

Sykonee Survey's Spotify's (Not So) Senseless Suggestions: Round 5

Welp, time to retire this feature. It was fun while it lasted, but a few factors have contributed to it no longer having much use going forward.

1. Spotify’s senseless suggestions just aren’t senseless anymore. While that’s all well and good in discovering new music that interests me, it defeats the point of having a feature with ‘Senseless Suggestions’ right in the title. I could modify it some more so it serves as a spotlight on cool new discoveries through the streaming service, but in its current incarnation, I feel it's best lay it to rest. Besides...

2. I won't have many new rounds for the next few months. As mentioned, I intended to only update these surveys at mid' or end points of my alphabetical batches. The letters coming up contain some of the biggest bundles of albums out of my entire music collection. This would lead to infrequent updates, not to mention a huge backlog of suggestions from Spotify. That is, if I'd still got emails from them, which leads me to factor number...

3. Spotify's stopped sending me suggestions, senseless or otherwise. I'm not sure why this is. Was it only a short-term service, a means of enticing me to use Spotify after registering? Are the playlists I've been compiling confounding its algorithms to the point it simply 'noped' me? True, the website itself has a suggestion feature available, but man, those email lists were so handy.

Anyhow, let's get into the final batch of musics Spotify decided was ideal for my listening pleasure.

Zombie Nation - Absorber
Since this is the last Survey, I’m breaking a rule and checking out albums suggested based on previous artists played. In this particular case, Spotify figures I’ll enjoy Zombie Nation’s sophomore album because I listened to The Prodigy. I don’t hear the correlation. Super mega ultra popular hit Kernkraft 400 notwithstanding, the Florian Senfter alias has leaned more techno and EBM with his output, and this LP’s no exception - it’s New Order fed through the industrial grinder. Liam Howlett did try getting himself some of that trashy electro action too, but he never sounded like this. Nay, I’m only getting this suggestion because they both had big anthems on the UK charts, and even then at totally different times in clubbing culture’s history. Silly suggestion, but at least it wasn’t the obvious one.

Recommendation Rating: 2/5

Basement Jaxx - Summer Daze EP
Yeah, Spotify’s been on my ass about checking this single out for almost as long as it’s been sending me suggestions. Erm, when it finally clued into my fondness for electronic music at least. First it tied it to Faithless, and here it’s based on The Prodigy. I get it, Spotify, Basement Jaxx are huge on the UK charts. But I’m Canadian, dammit, and my interest in them has been passive at best. That said, why on Earth do you keep recommending this early single? To show me Felix, Nathan, and Simon are more than big dumb club anthems? Yes, I know they have a feel for the Latin sound side of house music, it’s right there on their albums alongside the stupid-fun shit too. And here you’re suggesting it because I played Their Law and Poison? The mind boggles.

Recommendation Rating: 3 shots of Malibu rum.

Hybrid - Forumla Of Fear
This was the lead single to the album Disappear Here. I already covered Can You Hear Me, the second single from that LP. Geez, just recommend me that album-proper already, why don’t ya’? There are fourteen versions available of this song, half of which are redundant – the Überzone mix alone comes in Vocal, Dub, and Radio Edit versions. Grafiti does a dull minimal-tech plod rub (and a dub version!), Steam Punk does a standard electro-trash mix, Longrange goes funkier with the electro in his go, and Glenn Morrison does a weak breaks version. Oh, and Hybrid remixes too, includes an Instrumental Mix, and an Acapella. Now I’m burnt the fuck out on this track, which was only a decent ‘rocktronica’ tune in the first place.

Recommendation Rating: Still sticking with Wider Angle: Live Disc.

Dan McKie vs Orbital - Halycyon (Again)
Just what the world needed, a classic Orbital anthem, now with plodding electro farts! I don’t know much about Mr. McKie, who runs 1980 Recordings, but this ‘remix’ of his isn’t inspiring me to check out anything further from him. Steve Haines remix is better, feeding off the good side of throwback electro house (funk!), while Licious K’s remix goes bump-tech micro-plonk. Guess this single has every trendy house genre of 2008 covered then.

Recommendation Rating: 2 Ons out of 4.

Funk D’Void - Volume Freak
Mr. Sandberg’s third and seemingly final album under the Funk D’Void name. Damn, I’m stunned to discover this. He was one of the rising stars of house music’s new and daring innovations at the turn of the century, finding ways of melding techno and funk into a sound wholly his own. He did continue releasing singles, but it seems his focus has gone towards building a sustainable DJ career. Guess it’s working out for him since he got his hands into the reputable Balance series. This album’s fine, though not terribly surprising as house music goes.

Recommendation Rating: pi tilde omega

Gudrun Gut - Members Of The Ocean Club
There had to be something totally unexpected in this batch of suggestions. There’s always that one, quirky outlier that makes not a lick of sense in contrast to the artists, yet is totally wicked coolio neato! Gudrun Gut’s been around since the early ‘80s, getting her start in influential industrial and new wave bands like Malaria! and Einstürzende Neubauten. In the ‘90s, she started making music on her own as well, though often as duets with various other artists. This album’s quite a mish-mash of ‘90s genres too: trip-hop, EBM, trance, dark ambient, and a second CD features remixes from Paul van Dyk, Klaus Schulze, Ian Pooley, Ellen Allien, and Thomas Fehlmann. It’s a German love-in! Probably best enjoyed in a Berlin S&M dungeon.

Recommendation Rating: Sixty-six spankings out of sixty-nine.

The Grid - Floatation
I already have this song in my library. Negative fifty points for you, Spotify. Oh, wait, this is the 2010 re-re-issue-mix. There’s a Prins Thomas Mix, which doesn’t sound all that dissimilar to the original, beyond a weaker rhythm. Round Table Knights goes full-on Balearic house mode with their rub, and Slof Man does… oh dear. Brostep? Really!? That is so utterly, horribly wrong for a track like this. God damn trendwhoring bastards.

Recommendation Rating: Off the deep end wearing concrete sandals.

And the final tally for Round Five is some arbitrary numerical affixation for my particular listening whims. I really don’t know in this case. How about Moe? Yeah, I’ll rate this Moe. Not a terribly adventurous wade into the Spotify waters this time out, but that’s all on the streaming service’s digital head. It’s abandoned me, no longer leading my hand and foot, leaving to my own whims wherever I may venture. Perhaps I’ll tell you about my Spotify expeditions some time in the future, but for now, I bid adieu to this Senseless Surveys.

Union Jack - Pylon Pigs (Original TC Review)

Platipus: 2009

(2015 Update:
Ugh, I hate it when a review starts with reference to other TranceCritic reviews not written by me. How can readers unfamiliar with that defunct website know what in the blue blazes I'm talking about in the here and now? Sure, I kinda' got my own 'Simon Berry Backstory' out of the way with the Platipus Records Dream Collection, but maybe folks are curious to read what ol' Jack had to say about that Art Of Trance collection too. Perhaps I ought to pester him to upload his old material. Or at least get back in the reviewer's chair at some point, heh.

Good news for Pylon Pigs is the singles still hold up remarkably well. Berry and Not-Claudio tapped into something timeless with Papillon and Funnelweb, though it undoubtedly helps absolutely no one else tried emulating their acid trance in the modern era. Unfortunately, that also means this album never gained enough buzz to stage a massive comeback, neither for Berry or his Platipus/Porcupine print. I'm hoping he's got it in him to release a couple new tunes at some point in the future, but it looks like this album's about the end for his LP efforts.)


IN BRIEF: Fitting in.

Hooray for me, J’[ack Moss] handle most of the lengthy back-info regarding Simon Berry with his recent review of Art Of Trance’s Retrospective. Of course, that’s not the whole story, as there’s also the business of Berry’s other big project from the Platipus glory years. That’s right, none other than Clanger. No, wait… Poltergeist, that’s it! Vicious Circles?

Yes, yes, it’s Union Jack. The project was a collaboration with Claudio Giussani, and though short-lived the two of them undoubtedly produced some of the most famous Platipus records together; Two Full Moons, Red Herring, Lollipop Man, plus several remixes of roster mates. After a well-received album (There Will Be No Armageddon), both went their separate ways pursuing solo careers, and everyone figured the name Union Jack would forever be put to rest.

Lo, such has not been the case. Simon Berry has been feeling the production itch again, and after spending most of this decade out on the fringes of the trance scene’s collective consciousness, has re-emerged with the Union Jack banner, sporting all-new material for our ears to feast on. Only… this isn’t the same Union Jack of old, as Giussani is nowhere to be seen. Instead, former Clanger collaborator Paul Brogden takes his place. And since a reunion of Clanger wouldn’t garner nearly the same amount of buzz as a reunion of Union Jack would… But hey, Claudio had no problem in letting them carry on the name in his absence, so it’s all good.

Only thing, part of what made Union Jack so memorable back in the day was Claudio’s influence. If you compare his and Berry’s solo efforts (as Terra Ferma and Art of Trance, respectively), Claudio tended to be the overall better songwriter, if not the better hit-maker (though admittedly, Berry’s biggest hit was by way of a remix from Ferry Corsten). That may have been in part because he wasn’t nearly as prolific as Berry, so the quality-control ratio was more concise, but there it is. Bottom line is in taking out one-half of a strong tandem and replacing it with another who hasn’t had anywhere near the same sort of success (sorry, Paul), we unfortunately don’t end up with a Union Jack that can't match up to the previous version.

Not to say there aren’t some great cuts to be had on Pylon Pigs - there are. If you haven’t heard lead single Papillion by now, chances are you haven’t been anywhere near prominent trance forums. Of course, this isn’t trance as it’s come to be known, but rather something of a throw-back to the years of acid-yore. Given extra weight by modern production, the acid baseline burbles with power as thick no-nonsense kicks pound away. Then you have spacey, floaty pad work, bright bursts of synthy arpeggios, and rhythmical spoken syllables, staples of many a Union Jack track. It’s as vintage a sound as you’re likely to find but doesn’t sound dated in the slightest. In fact, it has become something of a statement for folks favoring old school trance, a perfect example that the genre can be just as relevant today as it was over a decade ago so long as DJs give it ample exposure. Similar cut Funnelweb (of which aptly bookends the album with Papillon) and deeper cut Longhorn will undoubtedly add ammo for such arguments. Elsewhere, the ‘90s comparisons continue with a cool-groove tune in Vowel that’s reminiscent of Underworld, while Triclops comes across like a long-lost Hooj Tunes single.

All well and good for nostalgia’s sake, and certainly there’s nothing wrong in resurrecting sounds that are thusly proved to be timeless; however, aside from Papillon and Funnelweb, you don’t really get the sense we’re hearing anything creatively fresh either. Most of the melodies are predictable and safe, with execution suggesting Berry and Brogden weren’t all that fussed in pushing the genre anywhere new. They do get a little indulgent in their experimental side with downtempo cuts like Submerge, Mainline, and Lifeblood, but these feel more like tide-over tracks between the clubbier cuts than anything else.

On top of all that, there’s Blink, a track I’m at a loss to figure out why it even exists. Aside from a few bits of those vintage rhythmic syllables, it’s about as generic an ‘mau5 clone’ as you’ll ever come across; there’s nothing about it that makes you say, “Now that’s a Union Jack track.” If you’ve gone out of your way to prove classic acid-trance can work in a contemporary climate, why also go out of your way to include a track that is not only creatively weaker than anything else on the album, but adds nothing to the over-saturated “8th-note trance” glut in the process? Such it goes, though.

Overall, despite the positive things offered by Pylon Pigs, this isn’t the triumphant return of acid trance some have proclaimed it to be. Rather, it’s quite a safe album, as though Berry and Brogden were more concerned about testing the waters with their sound instead of making the kind of definitive statement many hoped. It’s not the most flowing listening experience either - having the blissy ambient Submerge as the second track and lodged between two club bangers just doesn’t make a lick of sense.

I still recommend this as a pick-up - Papillon, Funnelweb, and Triclops easily make it worth the entry fee, and though the rest won’t light the world on fire, they will still entertain for the most part. However, despite what the hype circles have been purporting the last few months, Pylon Pigs is far from a modern classic.

Written by Sykonee for TranceCritic.com, 2009. © All rights reserved.

Electro Sun - Pure Blue (2015 Update)

Trancelucent Productions: 2005

(Click here to read my original TranceCritic review)

Before digging into updates regarding Electro Sun, I need to get this off my chest...

Dear God, has it ever taken forever getting through these last two letters! Right, officially the count's four months, and at least one week was eaten up by a technicality of Western languages. I look at the hard numbers though, and it doesn’t seem like I should only now be wrapping up the ‘P’s, yet here we are, eighty-four albums successfully navigated through and reviewed (sans the alphabetical back-track releases). You know what’s scary though? Eighty-four is still nowhere near the amount of albums I have starting with ‘S’ – that letter may eat up four months of this project alone. I guess I should be thankful that ‘P’ took some of the hit with all those ‘psy-whatever’ CDs. Ooh, can’t pass up a genre segueway like that now!

Yeah, I know, Electro Sun’s debut LP Pure Blue is only psy trance in the most liberal sense of the word. I even pointed that out in my original TranceCritic review, and I was just getting my feet wet with the nascent Israeli full-on movement. With plenty of time checking out more full-on since, I think his tunes fall under the micro-sub genre of Morning Trance, though only 7am will suffice for the track Sundance. Which one was that again? You know, the track with wibbly rhythm, the wubbly melodies, and the bouncy hook that sounds like acid filtered through a tin can. No, the other one that sounds like that. No, the- ah geez, not this snarky shit again.

Make no mistake, that “bland Stretch of Vanilla” doesn’t hold up in the slightest. Mr. Elkayam’s production comes off as plastic and cheap as any generic Israeli trance as you can stereotype, and sounds woefully dated a decade on. And yet, those few good tracks I liked before (I’ve Got The Power, In My Dream ...Super Nova, maybe) are simply irresistible to the cheddar centres sparking the lumps of grey matter inside my skull. There’s something just so cheerfully earnest about these tunes, I can’t hate on them no matter how much critical logic dictates I should. Damn these feels I have for silly, slap-happy psy.

As for ol’ Nadav, he’s kept a steady career since this album, releasing two more full-lengths, the latest of which coming out in 2011. Even more recently he’s gotten his fingers into the digital EP business, though Lord Discogs only lists two such offerings at this point. Whether he’s released more music than that, I haven’t a clue, nor do I care. Pure Blue was average at best, and while Electro Sun may have grown as a producer, he toed the divide between shameless fun and eye-rolling rubbish too closely for my liking. It wouldn’t take much for him to dive fully and completely into either side, but judging by the awful cover of his third album, Higher Than Ever, I can safely guess which way he went.

Fluke - Puppy

One Little Indian: 2003

Progressive house, big beat, trip-hop, UK rocktronica - whatever had delicious critical buzz in Britain, Fluke were at the forefront of it. Hell, they dictated where the trends would go as much as any Chemical Brother or Underworldler. In the end though, they just couldn't shake their '90s-ness, but it's not their fault they got stuck with the 'electronica' tag like everyone else. T'was simply a price paid for signing with the mighty Virgin – bigger exposure meant being marketed how they wanted you presented. Sweet deal for the time though it was, folks in the new millennium were quick in turning their backs on any musical group that reminded them of cyber-thriller action movie soundtracks. Matters probably weren’t helped either by having a new single associated with one of the more ludicrous scenes in Matrix: Reloaded. Zion’s a great track – really, it is! – but man was that ever dumb in the movie. Not that Juno Reactor cut though, that one’s totally dope. Hail Ben Watkins, the only producer to escape action movie soundtracks with dignity intact!

Speaking of Puppy (finally), it really is a shame this never caught on, most likely for all the stupid reasons I rambled on about above. The great production and craftsmanship from Fluke can’t hide the fact it still sounds like a ‘Nineties’ electronic music album. While some of that is simply down to the group’s style, there aren’t any trendy, (then) new genre bandwagon jumps either. Fluke was known for progressive house, but the stuff on here is of the groovy, chugging sort (Electric Blue, My Spine, Another Kind Of Blues, Hang Tough, Switch/Twitch) that defined early Sasha and Digweed sets, not dubby ‘dark prog’ or poppy crossover fluff. Breaks are here too, though are reminiscent of big beat (Snapshot) or proggy ethnic-fusion (Nebulus), fashionable stuff years prior but not as buzz worthy as nu-skool was in 2003. And what’s this? Nary an electro house/clash/anthem cut found? No wonder so few gave Puppy a damn!

I wonder though, has this caught any retrospective love? Has Puppy lately earned the respect it deserves now that we’re far enough removed from the days it was mostly ignored? Fluke has their die-hard followers, sure, and those I know who’ve heard it do sing its praises, but my sampling size is small. Hell, even when Fluke were at their commercial peak, the most my peers could immediately namedrop was Atom Bomb (because obviously). At the least I’d assume those weaned on ‘90s progressive house have come around to it, as it has everything they could hope for in a ’00 album, a natural evolution of that sound without succumbing to flash-in-the-pan genre bandwagon jumps. Well, okay, maybe the gospel-leaning closer Blue Sky has shades of Faithless, but even that sounds more at home in the UK acid house era than anything post-2000.

Damn, that’s another ‘90s reference. Wait, isn’t that decade in the midst of a retro-return? Best excuse to get Puppy if you haven’t, then!

Various - Pulp Fiction

MCA Records: 1994

Shame I didn't get to this CD a little sooner – say, last yearish. I could’ve generated cheap traffic by piggy-backing off clickbait articles like “Hey, It’s The 20th Anniversary Of That Movie You Can’t Stop Quoting!” But alas, we're already two weeks deep into 2015, long past the expiry date of people nostalgically revisiting Pulp Fiction's 1994 release. Who cares that it came out mid-November of that year, thus making us but two months late for twentieth-anniversary prestige. Hell, as I recall, Tarantino's opus to the mush of storytelling didn't catch popular buzz until well into '95, finding more fanfare on the home video market where all us impressionable underage Gen-X types could finally watch it. And hoo, what a movie to behold, making not a lick of sense but strangely captivating as Hollywood stars waxed bullshit over obscene circumstances.

Plus the music! Wow, where did ol' Quentin find all that awesome music? His personal record collection apparently, turning many of his flicks into as much a mixtape as they are ‘70s genre-sploitations. Of course, with over two decades to study his methods, having rare, odd, and perfect tunes’ become the expectant norm, and unfortunately nothing’s made quite the impact that the surf rock of Misirlou did. Still, Tarantino made a style of music that had been absolutely dead for three decades hip again. That’s quite an achievement, and though it didn’t resurrect into a reinvigorated scene, it did create a new generation of crate divers digging a little further into obscure musical cul-de-sacs. Erm, not me though – I still had ‘techno’.

So the surf rock is primarily what Pulp Fiction’s music is remembered for, and for good reason. Beyond the killer opener, at least a third of the music on this soundtrack is in that style. Another significant chunk is taken up by dark, bluesy country, though not always specifically from that scene. Heavy rockers Urge Overkill do a cover of Neil Diamond’s Girl, You’ll Soon Be A Woman, and then-newcomer Maria McKee goes full-on whisky folk, but every track has that ‘outlaw’ feeling that Tarantino loves writing into protagonists. Not so much always the ‘bad guys’, as he’s featured his fair share of vigilantes too. More like desperados, and can you think of any sub-sub American culture that was filled with those sorts than the outlaws of the country? Sure, the surfer nation! Nothing caught that vintage American West desperado spirit like freeloaders taking on the mighty waves of the Pacific Ocean, risking life and limb to prove Man was undefeatable in the face of his Mother Nature’s fury. Well, the music suggested as such.

Look, I’m just waxing bullshit here for the sake of my own ego (like a Tarantino movie!). Even if you haven’t seen Pulp Fiction (!), you’ve probably seen a parody or two, and know its music and culled bits of dialog from those. You don’t need me telling you to check this out, because you already have, even if only by cultural osmosis.

Psykosonik - Psykosonik

Wax Trax! Records: 1993

Dammit, modern electronic music is so confusing. Everyone’s mixing and mashing genres into incomprehensible collages, and don’t get me started on the gratuitous mislabeling going on at retail outlets. Why can’t things be like it was back in the day, where divisions were clear and music tidily organized into distinct, identifiable traits? All you had to do was drop into the shop, and see your preferences in the designated ‘Techno’ section, or ‘House’ bin, or ‘Industrial’ shelf wedged between the ‘Metal’ racks and ‘Dance’ corner. Sure, there’d be a few odd mix-ups – like finding ICE MC and B.G. The Prince Of Rap in the ‘Hip-Hop’ bunker – but by and large, if I bought a techno album, I knew it was a techno album.

Like this Psykosonik album, titled Psykosonik. Hear those punchy hoover riffs and rave rhythms? That’s totally old school techno – specifically of the Belgian variant, but techno just the same. Except… what’s it doing on TVT Records? After the smash success of Nine Inch Nails’ Pretty Hate Machine, the label started gobbling up all sorts of industrial acts: KMFDM, Sister Machine Gun, Coil, Ministry, Front 242, Cyberaktif, to name a few. True, some came part of their Wax Trax! Records purchase, but TVT had successfully rebranded itself as an industrial force, and a goofy rave outfit just wouldn’t fit with them.

Just as well, then, that Psykosonik is industrial as well. There’s snarling singing and crunchy guitar licks to go with the rave riffs, with topics of cyberpunk (Welcome To My Mind, Silicon Jesus), anti-fascism (Teknojihad, Down On The Ground, I Am God), and fetishism (Shock On The Wire, Acid Hammer) covered throughout. This was almost solely the domain of industrial – or its clubbier off-shoot, EBM – in the early ‘90s, ravey techno far more interested in simply ‘avin’ it for all-nighters. The act of political righteousness was in the participation of the party alone, with no need for clumsy things like lyrics getting in the way.

But wait, there’s more! The hooks on some of these tracks, hot damn are they ever catchy - like, The Shamen or The Prodigy catchy! Unfortunately, Psykosonik came out in 1993, which was a bit late in finding a foot in the UK charts as a rave, industrial Belgian Beat something-or-other act. Had this come out just a couple years earlier though, I could see tracks like Welcome To My Mind or Teknojihad making a dent there.

So what exactly is this album then? It’s like a manbearpig of early ‘90s ‘techno’: half Belgian rave, half EBM industrial, and half chart-hitting dance (even if the songs never did much damage in that area). And no, this doesn’t mean it’s a third of each - Psykosonik honestly sounds like three halves, where you only hear two of each, depending on the perspective you approach it with. You know what it’s one-hundred percent of though? Awesome! *crickets chirp* *uncomfortable cough*

Seriously though, if you like early ‘90s rave, Psykonsonik’s self-titled debut’s good fun. Teknojihad!

Various - Psychotrance 2002: DJ Brian

Moonshine Music: 2001

Hold a sec'…! Didn’t the Psychotrance series feature a different DJ with each iteration? What was D:Fuse doing getting two in a row then? Did Moonshine have plans for him turning it into his own annual thing? No, that couldn’t have been so – normally DJs had their own series on the label. Like that DJ Brian fella’, he had Hardesertrance to himself, so I’m sure if D:Fuse was to be the designated ‘progressive trance guy’ at Moonshine, they’d have done the same for him. Probably just a coincidence of circumstance then; either that, or even D:Fuse wasn’t pleased with Psychotrance 2000, and wanted a do-over for Psychotrance 2001. Isn’t suppositional speculation fun?

Speaking of that DJ Brian fella’, he got to do Psychotrance 2002, as bizarre a choice for the series as any of the non-trance DJs from the ‘90s were. Wasn’t he known to the Moonshine audience as the 'psy trance guy'? Ignore the fact his mixes for the label only had a tangential relationship with that scene - when folks play any sort of trance in the desert, they automatically assume psy. I mean, what other trance makes sense in hot climes or under starry, dry nights? If Psychotrance was to be relaunched as Moonshine's answer to Global Underground, Cream, and (*snicker*) Topaz’s Nokturnal Mix Sessions, going the psy route at a time when the genre was deep in remission wasn't going to do the series any favors. Especially if rinsed out by a jock who, let's be honest, never got much fame beyond the Moontribe posse (respect!).

That DJ Brian fella' though, he knew how to treat Pscyhotrance proper-like, by taking it back to its roots and offering up a set that is almost entirely techno. Yep, in a turn of events that shouldn't have surprised anyone who'd picked up Hardesertrance 3 (*cough*), Mr. Golub brings us a CD full of bangin', tribal business. Some tracks have elements of goa, such as squelchy acid in Spacefrog and Timelord’s rub of Resistance D.’s Feel High, or floaty ethnic chants in Ritual from Seed (that DJ Brian fella’) vs Teapot (a DJ Treavor fella’). Other tracks get deeper into tech-trance’s realm, at least the older school of the sound that Oliver Lieb was producing under multiple aliases (including Red Star as Ivan in this mix). And by the end of his set, ol’ Brian even goes proper-proper old school trance, even if the tracks are (were) current offerings. Always cool hearing Nuclear Ramjet’s Deep Blue again.

So Psychotrance 2002 has plenty of spacey trance vibes and pummeling techno action, and despite the tag for its entry at Lord Discogs, is definitely not a psy trance collection. Wouldn’t be the first time such an erroneous mistake’s been made there. You’d think a Contribtors’ list of eight people would have caught that. Hey, there’s my name there! I don’t recall doing anything for this CD. I wonder what I add- Oh. Oh dear…! *dies from embarrassment*