The Oak Ridge Boys - The Boys Are Back

Spring Hill: 2009

Of course the boys are back. The boys will always be back. The Oak Ridge Boys are everlasting. This come-back was, what, their ninth? Tenth? Easy to lose track when they've technically existed since the building of the atom bomb.

This particular comeback has a quirky little tale behind it though. After their '90s were spent floundering about various labels unable to recapture their early '80s commercial success, the Oakies eventually settled in with Spring Hill. Primarily a gospel leaning print, it reconnected the chaps with their church hymn roots, and they spent the better portion of the '00s releasing fresh recordings of them harmonizing about God and Jesus and whatnot. Well, save the 2003 record Colors, a pure patriotic outing with such jangles like American Beauty, This Is America and G.I. Joe And Lillie. Hey, if you were even a little bit country at the time, you were wavin' the stars and stripes for all to see, lest y'all get Dixie Chick'd.

A little later in the '00s, the boys from the ridge of oaks were invited over to Shooter Jennings' studio for a collaboration (he of Waylon Jennings offspring fame), plus a performance out and about town. To everyone shock, 'the kidz' in the crowd were getting down to Elvira, their classic chart topper from days past. Maybe, just possibly, might there be some embers to breathe upon The Oak Ridge Boys' saga, one that could appeal to the youth of today? Like, if it worked for Johnny Cash before he passed, surely it could work for Duane Allen, William Golden, Joe Bonsall, and Richard Sterban.

If they hoped to repeat Cash's contemporary success, however, they needed their own Hurt, a song hip to the alternative crowds. Somehow, The White Stripes' Seven Nation Army was suggested, and thus we have one of the strangest covers to ever grace The Oak Ridge Boys' discography. Did they even know what this song's about? For sure it was popular at sporting events, an anthemic charm to its defiant stomp of a riff, but please don't tell me they thought this was about raising armies to fight against a nation's enemies?

Anyhow, the trick didn't work, The Boys Are Back doing modest success on the country charts (and quite well on the Christian charts) but still not a scratch from their heyday. Guess those weened on Whisky Falls and Ween weren't too keen on sentimental family standards like Mama's Table, or Richard doo-wopping over John Lee Hooker's Boom Boom.

Still, as bizarre as all this sounds, I'm personally thrown for a loop in seeing Neil Young's Beautiful Bluebird covered here. Existing since Rustie's Old Ways period, that song had only been officially released a couple years prior to The Oakies making this album. What prompted them to cover this charming little folky? A respectful nod to Neil's country ties? The fact Young and Waylon went way back? A subtle stand in solidarity after Neil almost got himself Dixie Chick'd following Living With War?

Westside Connection - Bow Down

Priority Records: 1996

Remember a time when this album was one of the biggest rap records around? Listening to it a quarter century on, it seems almost quaint, a relic of a bygone era of gangsta tropes that never transitioned into the next century. Bow Down though, wasn't so much a CD you bought to jam in your headphones/car/bicycle-with-boombox-in-basket, it was a statement. That you were down with flashing the 'W', westsi-i-i-de for life. Yes, even pasty-ass white-bread teenagers living in the hinterlands of Canada. Erm, not that I got this because I felt the need to 'represent' or something. I just liked the beats on here.

There's something utterly primal about the bare-bones g-funk on display in Bow Down, chiefly a simple thudding beat and punctual farty synth piercing the bass. Yet its effect in getting the heads boppin' and the hands waving is astounding, with Ice Cube sounding as fired up as he ever had. Mack 10 and WC, two chaps who had honed their skill with their own projects under the tutelage of Mr. Jackson's extended crew, knew this was a make-or-break chance for them, raising to the challenge with ease.

With that hot opener, you'd think this three-piece had been a tight-knit posse for years, a showing of strength from the West Coast that had been hinting at cracks forming as the '90s wore on. Yeah, 2Pac was one of the biggest names around, but much of Death Row Records was crumbling, all the while Ruthless Records was rudderless without Eazy-E. There were others out there, but things always came back to what the original N.W.A. crew were cooking up, of who'd be the leaders out there.

From the titular opener, Bow Down (the album) doesn't do much to shake the formula up. There are a few call-out tracks (All The Critics In New York, Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K, the Cypress Hill diss King Of The Hill), and some lady mackin' cuts (Do You Like Criminals?, Westward Ho). Mostly though, it's Cube, Dub-C, and Mack-Daddy bragging about how gangsta they are, and how the West coast is the best coast. Again, hardly revolutionary stuff, but at a concise ten tracks with just enough variety between them, Bow Down never overstays its welcome.

Possibly the most brilliant moment comes mid-album, where The Gangsta, The Killa, And The Dope Dealer samples the opening guitar from Nine Inch Nails' Hurt. All the while WC gives a gang howl into the 'hood, painting an almost Gothic portrait of 'Killa Cali' street life. Gang-banging never sounded so picturesque.

With such a strong opening statement from Westside Connection, surely only future fortunes favored the trio, but their follow-up seven years later failed to capture the same hunger. Ice Cube and Mack 10 were more drawn to Hollywood by that point, while WC never quite broke out with the same level of fame. Still, he seems to have had the most productive album career post-Millennium. Might be worth a listen-in.

Del Tha Funkee Homosapien - Both Sides Of The Brain

Hiero Imperium: 2000

Widely regarded as the kick-off to what would be Phase II of Del's career. Okay, maybe you could point to the Hieroglyphics debut 3rd Eye Vision as the proper kick-off. Come to think of it, didn't his actual Phase II drop with No Need For Alarm? Or would I Wish My Brother George Was Here be pre-Crisis Del? I'm getting too many of these comic book analogies mixed up. Let me backtrack.

Both Sides Of The Brain came out in the year 2000. The following year, Deltron 3030 dropped, Gorillaz right behind. And with 3rd Eye Vision being out just prior, you can say Del'amania was running wild at the turn of the century. All this while being fully independent too, the Hiero crew among the first rap conglomerates to truly take advantage of a blossoming internet, exclusive content only available through their website. The CDs had better distribution than that, but with the advent of file-sharing, Del's newest material made its way across the globe to such a degree even his old label Elektra couldn't have imagined. Like, if they had, they wouldn't have dumped him so unceremoniously in the first place.

For those who were just discovering Del, Both Sides Of The Brain was about as perfect a summation to the chap's approach to hip-hop as they could hope for. Whether being known as among the best of the battle-rappers, or having one of the funniest outlooks on the ridiculousness of his surroundings, this album provides it all. I mean, the second track on here is If You Must, a tune literally about all the stinky people he's had to deal with, and super-catchy to boot. You'll never hear as many different ways of describing foul human odours as on this cut. Oh, and if you're down with the dorky side of Del, there's also Proto Culture, where he and Khoas Unique go on about classic video games. Handy way of getting a good word in for future Tony Hawk consideration.

If You Must aside, the first half mostly has Del spouting off about the rap industry while showing off his Jaw Gymnastics. On the other half, tracks like Style Police, BM's, and Soopa Feen have more fun with their topics. I almost want to put Skull & Crossbones in with that group, but Del seems deadly serious about the perils of drinking and driving on that one.

I could go on and on about all the stuff Del's rapping about, and rightfully so since he's a rap artist, but man, how can I ignore all these dope beats? There's so much going on here too, I could eat up a whole review's worth. Heck, Pet Peeves alone is over seven minutes long, with three totally different segments tying it together. Then you get production from Prince Paul, El-P (fresh off his seminal work with Company Flow), the usual assortment of in-house Hiero cats... All killer, no filler in this seventeen tracker, my friends.

ACE TRACKS: February 2021

It's rather sad that, with clubland being in such dire straits from a global pandemic, the biggest electronic music news to emerge this past month is Daft Punk announcing their end. I mean, that'd be news regardless, but it seems like that was the only non-death news, and from a duo that technically hadn't released an electronic album since... Tron: Legacy? Alive 2007? Gosh, maybe even Human After All, if we want to get real pedantic about it. Yeah, yeah, Random Access Memories has electronic elements to it, but I seem to recall the big hullabaloo marketing over that one was the plethora of non-electronic elements, a return to the roots of disco and soul, when multiple talented musicians performed, production not so computer controlled.

I admit, it took me until their break-up to actually listen to that album in full (I'll likely never bother with Human After All, as general consensus assures me the best bits are heard in superior form on Alive 2007). It was fine, about what I expected, some nice jams while playing but little I want to immediately return to as in Discovery and half of Homework. The only hot-take I have with RAM is it's clearly a dance music record for people who hate club music, hate rave music, and hate festival music. Unless Daft Punk performed it at a festival, that'd be okay.

I suspect that's a major part of so many folks feeling distraught over Daft Punk disbanding. Sure, they may not make anymore music together, but that doesn't mean Bangalter and de Homem-Christo can't carry on making music in other ventures. After hearing so many transcendent stories about the Pyramid Tour though, and some of the biggest cases of FOMO in electronic music history after, I'm sure many were hoping for another tour so they wouldn't feel the FOMO so bad the next time around. But hey, they can always do a Reunion Tour down the line, when other artistic paths prove less profitable. Either that, or shell out a couple limited edition vinyl box sets on Discogs for a few grand apiece.

Anyhow, here are the ACE TRACKS for February 2021:


Full track list here.


MISSING ALBUMS:

Nothing again! Two months in a row now. Boy, maybe I should have done less reviews per month all this time.

Percentage Of Hip-Hop: 4%
Percentage Of Rock: 0%
Most “WTF?” Track: The Micronauts - Bleeper (just such a noisy racket)

Wow, this turned out better than I would have thought. Guess it helps that a chunk of this playlist draws from world music throughout, whether underground dub or 'ethno-pop'. The few stray tangents into house, techno or psy-trance make sense as detours from the norm, with uptempo and downbeat tracks spaced out well. Only a couple tunes towards the end feel out of place in flow, but Wicked Style is such a perfect little emphatic capper to everything, it's easily forgiven.

Master Margherita - Border 50

Ultimae Records: 2018

For much of Ultimae's history, there was a sense its musical talent being nurtured in-house. Most of their early acts had their break-outs with the label, while other producers who'd wandered into its sphere had some of their biggest exposure with Aes Dana's print. All well and good and creating something of an exclusivity aura about your label, but I can't help but wonder if it hampered Ultimae's long-term prospects when its alum drifted elsewhere. After all, what journeyman producer would even bother sending demos to the ritziest country club on the continent?

Which is what makes this album from Master Margherita all the more unique to Ultimae's catalogue, an active producer since the start of this century. One Moreno Antognini, he's mostly self-released material through his own Casalinga Production print, but bounced around other labels too (Peak Records, Electrik Dream Records, Blue Hour Sounds). He's also had a robust compilation presence over the past two decades, mostly appearing on downtempo and chill-out collections, but a little psy-trance too. I even crossed paths with him before, on the 2007 Waveform Records outing Waveform Transmissions (Volume One). And... can this be right? A track on the Steve Lawler triple-CD set Viva on Ministry Of Sound? That can't be the same Master Margherita, but if it is, man is that ever a deep dig on Mr. Lawler's part.

Still, ol' Moreno was doing all this with nary a connecting dot to Ultimae. Then in 2015, he released the double-album Afro Dots, which got a spiffy Ultimae Mixdown™ from Aes Dana, plus a track on the Ultimae free-comp Enfold 01. And just like that, Master Margherita is part of the cool-kids club! (okay, the association goes back a little earlier, Aes Dana also doing a mastering job on the 2011 album The Marginal Rules, but c'mon, the pun was right there!).

So it seemed appropriate that Mr. Antognini would release something proper with the label, perhaps some sort of retrospective or summation of the Master Margherita stylee. That's certainly what I thought in my initial go-throughs with Border 50, what with all these mixes, dubs, and alternative takes. Plus, for a generally drone-heavy ambient record, there's a fair bit of stylistic difference between each track. Cosmogram features '70s era space synths, while Shruti One has soft woodwinds and gentle tribal drumming. Geophilous is almost an acoustic drone outing, but Extending Downwards is pure synth drone. So much disparity in sounds on this album, surely they must all come from various points in M.M.'s extensive discography.

But no, these are all originals for Border 50. Turns out ol' Moreno is one of those electronic artists that likes adding 'Mix' or 'Dub' to nearly everything he releases. Still, all these different ambient passages and vintage synth textures sound lovely with the Ultimae Mixdown™ on them, and have seldom been heard in the label's history. And hey, there's even a 'dub techno' outing in the titular track, just in case you need your contemporary Ultimae fix.

Nav Bhinder & Patrick Dream - Bombay One

Bombay Records: 2001

Every so often, by luck, pluck, or dumb happenstance, you stumble upon the perfect CD for the perfect time. It resonates with you far more than it probably should, or possibly could with anyone else, save those that were within your sphere for that one perfect moment. There were better deep house mixes before. There were better deep house mixes after. Heck, there likely were better deep house mixes released that same day. But for a small contingent of 'jaded ravers' eking out an existence in the hinterlands of Canada, Bombay One was the deepest, most soulful set we'd heard that summer of 2001, and it was good.

But enough anecdotal evidence of why this little CD might be worth your ears, should you happen across it in your western wanderings. What exactly is Bombay One, and does it hold up nearly two decades on? I'd say 'yes' to the latter, though almost entirely based on the strength of the tunes alone, the mixing mostly functional at best. Nav and Patrick do a couple clever blends, if you consider mixing different mixes of the same track together clever, and considering the praise Sasha & Digweed earned for doing so, many do. There's also a tonne of Miguel Graça tracks, six out of eleven within the CD, plus a remix, which... Okay, this is a showcase of Bombay Records, and he was their most prolific producer to that point, but no room for Roy Davis Jr.?

Despite the name, Bombay Records is not based in India, but rather Vancouver, and was helmed by a UK transplant who lived in the west coast Canadian city at the time, Nav Bhinder. And yes, he is of Indian descent, did the name give it away? For a deep house label out of Vancouver, it had a modest little run of success throughout the '00s, though kinda' petered out once the '10s took over. Their last bout of activity was over half a decade ago now, so it's safe to say the Bombay Records tale is over. In that period of time, their releases included items from such deep house vets like Derrick Carter, Fred Everything, Roy Davis Jr., Chris Brann (of Wamdue Project fame), and... Tim Fuller? I feel like Tim Fuller was a name of some prominence, though Lord Discogs suggests otherwise.

Anyhow, as mentioned, Bombay One is all about promoting the label's 'tropic soul' vibe, and if a pile of Miguel Graça tracks and Fred Everything remixes is means of doing so, then so be it. I certainly feel like I'm lounging about some humid resort listening to this, deep house that's groovy enough to bop your head to, but not so much that you gotta' hit that dancefloor and sweat to death. Palm trees above, a mellow buzz from that tropical beverage in hand, an ambience that whatever ills are in the world, in this moment they don't matter. For in this moment, listening to Bombay One, the moment is good.

B12 - Bokide 325

Soma Quality Recordings: 2015

Steve Rutter and Michael Golding gained a decent amount of prestige with their B12 alias back in the '90s, so the story goes. Before that decade ended though, their partnership with Warp Records ended, and seemingly too did the project. Nearly ten years after their final record, however, the duo re-emerged with a new album on their own label, plus a bevy of archive material. Guess someone was paying attention to FSOL's marketing strategy. In any case, it looked like the B12 saga was primed to carry on into the '10s. Except it didn't, Last Days Of Silence instead serving as a cap on their careers, the duo going quiet once more.

Except that's obviously not the whole story, since I've talked up B12 and Steve Rutter's continued exploits quite a bit on this blog. I bring all this up only to put into context where this particular EP stands, as the re-relaunch of the B12 brand, appearing on a totally different label. Oh yes, we're in the 'wandering label' years with Steve Rutter, before he got FireScope off the ground. I mentioned in the Transient Life review that this may have been a means of shopping B12 around after being absent from the techno scene again, but whatever the case, I find it fascinating that his first port of call ended up being on Soma Quality Recordings.

The label that Slam built were no strangers to techno, but vintage 'intelligent techno'? Aside from their signing of The Black Dog, not so much. As Soma was never shy from hitching its wagon to whatever trends were happening in the genre, they were fully committed to the purveying bang-on Berghain style by the time B12 entered their sphere. Was there room for a little slice of pure Detroitism in their catalogue then?

I don't think it even matters, because Bokide 325 is downright minimalist for a B12 outing. I don't mean 'minimal techno', for the classic sci-fi bleeps and IDM bloops are present, just performed in a chill, unassuming way, as though soundtracking the lonely traverses of interstellar flight. Not the usual fare from what folks familiar with B12 then, much less Soma's typical output at the time. Would have made more sense on De:tuned than Transient Life, is what I'm saying. But hey, at least Soma could claim to have had another Artificial Intelligence alum on its roster.

Particulars, then. Into The Void is an aptly named opener, lonesome, mysterious pings echoing through the emptiness before a simple electro beat and ominous synths join in. Descension gets a little busier in the rhythm department, but maintains the general mood and minimalist songcraft. Unsound Mind adds a little acid action, and closer Terra Incognita strips things right back to mysterious pads, spare beats, and subtle bleeps. All said, Bokide 325 is an interesting little EP of dark space electro from B12, but hardly the sort of dancefloor weapons Soma was churning out. A strange addition to Slam's label, all said.

Deep Forest - Boheme (2021 Update)

Epic: 1995

(Click here to read my original TranceCritic review)

Somehow, this album keeps aging like the best wines. I have no idea how or why it gets better as I get older. Is it because there's ever greater distance from my initial disappointment in hearing it the first time, so unlike their self-titled debut? Or maybe I've grown more appreciative of how much of a musical gamble Boheme truly was, especially in light of the sort of music Deep Forest would go on to make in the future.

Like, it could have been so very easy of Sanchez and Mouquet to retread 'ethno-dance'. They still had an ear for the clubs in the mid-'90s, and if you doubt it, I simply point you towards their rub on Apollo 440's Liquid Cool as proof-positive. And if that still isn't enough, I give you the Peter Gabriel collaboration While The Earth Sleeps, made for the movie Strange Days, but added as a bonus to later versions of Boheme. It makes the fumble of Bohemian Ballet on here ever the more confounding, though I like Cafe Europa a little more than before. I attribute that to hearing it as performed in a symphonic nature, on the recently released Deep Symphonic. Oh yes, even Deep Forest (now just Mouquet) gave their old tracks the symphonic treatment. Considering how many producers and DJs in clubland have done so, it's surprising it took this long for Deep Forest to also get in on that. Then again, much of their post-2000 work involved multiple instruments, so it was a natural evolution to re-interpret the sample-heavy material as though performed by full symphonies.

Speaking of, can you guess what else Deep Forest got up to, after the split? No, go on, guess! You'll never believe it. Wait, you guessed dubstep? How did...? Oh, you peaked, didn't you.

But yes, once Mouquet took the name for himself, he started a series of country-specific Deep... albums. The first, Deep Brasil, sounded about what you'd expect from a Deep Forest project specifically focused on the South American country. Half a decade passed, then Deep India and Deep Africa dropped, and I don't know what crawled into Mouquet's brain, but boy-howdy must he have been influenced by the festival psy-dub scene in that time. For sure there's still 'traditional' world beat and ethno-ambient in them, but those half-step rhythms and mid-range bass noises too. Was he trying to get hep' to the youth? Just found those sounds too irresistible to not dabble in? It absolutely boggles my mind that Deep Forest - DEEP FOREST - would go dubstep. And even more damning, I... kinda' like it? What on Earth is happening!? Oh, he's been hanging out with Gaudi. Yeah, I'd trust him in guiding the way with basslines.

Anyhow, Boheme. I think what keeps drawing me back here is the roller-coaster of emotions it wilfully takes you through. The dark, mysterious, and melancholic, followed by unabashed exhilaration and jubilation. For a tight forty minutes, that's a journey worth taking.

Ott - Blumenkraft

Twisted Records/Ottsonic Music: 2003/2012

I've mentioned before how this album was a no-brainer as a pick-up. A psy-dub debut album from one of the major players and formulators of that genre? How could this be anything less than great? Oh, there's ways, but fortunately for us, Blumenkraft doesn't go down that road. Really, its only sin is that it came out when the genre was still relatively young, and hadn't showed us its full potential yet. Yes, I'm legitimately calling Ott's debut rather basic, but only because his follow-up Skylon was such a massive leap forward in his songcraft abilities.

Make no mistake, Blumenkraft is still a solidly produced album, possibly among the best psy—leaning items released that year that didn't carry an Ultimae tag. There's much heavier focus on reggae-dub rhythms and world beat tropes though, more than newcomers to the Ott discography may expect. That's not really a fault, just a matter of fact when it comes to this music at the time. All was in transition, the Shpongle influences on the verge of spawning off copy-cats that would follow in the ensuing decade, but not so much that it was unmistakably everywhere. Yet, given his prominent role in many of Simon Posford's projects to this point, you'd understandably think an Ott album would be just as culpable of this too.

Perhaps that's why Blumenkraft is so rhythm-heavy, with less of the wordly sounds and psychedelic samples as found in Ott's earlier collaborative projects. He felt the need to distinguish himself from the Shpongle stuff brimming with instruments and melodies. Or maybe it just seems that way in hindsight, what with his future albums brimming with instruments and melodies as well. This isn't to say Blemenkraft lacks in such things, they just aren't so prominent. Whenever some organ, flute, or melodica solo joins in the fun, they don't leap out from the mixdown, the jaunty drums or frenetic jembe action with trippy effects stealing the spotlight.

Really, the few times Blumenkraft sounds like the future Ott is when he gets some vocal action going. At nearly thirteen minutes in length, opener Jack's Cheese And Bread Snack has plenty of time to indulge spoken word passages with chants and sitars, but third track Splitting An Atom really gets in on that bouncy bhangra beat. It's just a shame we don't get any more of that until final track Smoked Glass And Chrome, a wonderfully opulent tune with a blinder of a vocal that could fit snugly in any portion of Skylon. It almost puts the rest of Blumenkraft to shame, leaving me wondering why the rest of the record couldn't have been to this standard?

I get building to a big crescendo and all, but surely something just as brash and bold lodged mid-album would have truly sent Ott's debut into classic status. Instead, Blumenkraft is simply remembered fondly for its time, a strong opening statement from a producer who would go onto bigger and better things down the road.

Electric Universe - Blue Planet

Spirit Zone Recordings/Avatar Records: 1999/2016

I had my eye on this for a long while. Something, anything full-length from Electric Universe, if I'm honest, but this one in particular got my attention whenever I happened upon his Discoggian entries. Is it because of a ton of good will through psy-trance discourse? A frequent namedrop in all the cool discussions? Oh, come on, you should know me well enough by now to know why Blue Planet would be the first Electric Universe album I'd spring for. I really am that shallow sometimes.

This came out at an interesting time for Boris Blenn. The middle child of a remarkable period of productivity from him, where he released three albums in three years under the Electric Universe banner. He was also releasing multiple records as Galaxy and Jupiter 8000, not to mention the odd collaborative project here and there. Even more amazing is Mr. Blenn was doing much of this all on his own, his early Electric Universe partnership with Michael Dressler having come to an end. Does this mean he was on an unstoppable creative streak? Or might that dreaded 'quality control' factor come into play? A little column A, a little column B?

I actually may have lucked out in grabbing 'the blue one' first out of all these Electric Universe outings. Between this, Waves and Divine Design, Blue Planet has the most diversity going for it, Boris branching out from your usual psy-trance trappings. Unfortunately for me, however, that wasn't what I was after, wanting more spaced-out goa the likes of Love Is Not A Crime. I get some of that here, sure, but coupled with drab stabs at tribal-prog and... big beat?

Okay, it was the year 1999, and breaks were super-trendy, but after four tracks of various psy, Rock Da House comes out of nowhere, sounding like it should be in a This Is... compilation. It's got shades of The Chemical Brothers, but all the attempts at being block-rockin' feel flat, an experiment in genre dabbling that simply doesn't mesh with its surroundings. Oh well, at least it isn't as dreadfully dull as The Tribal Session.

That all said, at least these tracks give me something to talk about beyond the typically positive psy-trance platitudes. You get the acid outings (Fly, Renania, The Space Dimension), the soaring space rockers (Meteor), and the downtempo cuts at the end (Lovesciene, Journey Into Outer Space). Nothing wrong with any of these tunes, but little that deviates from the norm of Electric Universe's discography either. From a personal standpoint, I was disappointed Blue Planet didn't have anything as dope as Love Is Not A Crime, but the album's best tracks are worthy companions.

And I really can't fault Boris from branching out a little either. It's just when you compare his genre explorations to that of the likes of Juno Reactor or Eat Static, it's hard to not come away underwhelmed. Electric Universe fits in a lane he's plenty adept at, no need to stray from it.