24:00 h – 03:00 h Stefan Goldmann
03:00 h – 05:30 h Serge (Clone Records)
05:30 h – 08:00 h Hunee
08:00 h – 10:30 h Finn Johannsen
Als die die erste Großphase von House in Chicago, vertreten durch die ehemaligen Speerspitzen DJ International und Trax, mit den 80ern endete, kam eine längere Zeit der Umorientierung, die rückblickend sehr chaotisch war. Mit den alten Partnern wollten die Künstler nichts mehr zu tun haben, es hatte einfach zu viele schiefe Verträge gegeben, und die anfänglichen Chartsausflüge der Pioniere erwiesen sich zusehends als flüchtig. Diejenigen, die schon dort gewesen waren, kamen mit prahlerischen Berichten zurück, doch eigentlich war die Tür bereits wieder zu, und man konnte sie mit Unterschubladen wie Hip House u. ä. nicht wieder öffnen, und die vormalig einladenden Gesten aus Übersee gingen jetzt in Richtung Detroit. Ein paar unverzagte Jungs jedoch beriefen sich nun auf die Ursprungsqualitäten von Chicago House, und marschierten schnurstracks dorthin zurück. Die Entschlackungskur ging von Labels wie Dance Mania und Cajual/Relief aus und machte schnell die Runde. Die verdrogte Leidenschaft und Experimentierfreude Ron Hardys stand abermals Pate, und dessen radikal funktionale Tape Loops wurden in Erinnerung zurückgerufen. Demzufolge wurde die Musik zu Tracks abgebaut, monoton und unbehauen, billigst produziert, und Disco, die Grundlage des Ganzen, wurde höchstens in abstrakten Fetzen eingearbeitet. Kurzum, House zerlegte sich selbst in seine Einzelteile, nahm ein paar Erkenntnisse der noch jungen Techno-Geschichte mit dazu, und wurde mit äußerst reduziertem Aufwand erneut auf die Reise geschickt, in unzähligen Versionen. Und auch wenn haarsträubende Pressungen und luschige Programmierung noch heute den meisten DJs zu schaffen machen, das Gefühl der Stücke war wieder echt und zwingend, und die Intensität so offensichtlich, dass die Klassiker dieser Zeit erstaunlich gut gealtert sind und heute im Feldzug gegen Plugin-Sauberkeit immer noch eine gern genommene Alternative und Inspirationsquelle bieten. Einer der Gewinner dieser zweiten Chicago House-Welle war DJ Sneak, der damals noch bei Gramophone Records arbeitete, dem Epizentrum der Geschehnisse, und sich dort wohl eingehend Gedanken darüber machte, wie er zum Fortgang des Sounds beitragen wollte. Seine zweite Platte von 1994, die Beetz-N-Noisez EP, hatte dann schon alles vorformuliert, was ihn später für lange Zeit zum Star machte: noch vertretbare Reste von Trackstyle-Booty-Sexismen, Disco, in rhythmisch eingesetzten, bis zur Unkenntlichkeit entstellten Sampleschlaufen, die nur selten länger als zwei Takte Zeit hatten, und allerlei anderer Krach. Was da an Einzelelementen zu hören war, war keineswegs neu, aber wie er es zusammensetzte schon. Es ging nur noch um den direkten Weg, alle ablenkenden Schnörkel im Arrangement waren entfernt, der Rest wurde solange ins Hirn gehämmert, bis man sich den Signalen nicht mehr entziehen konnte. Zudem vermied Sneak den laxen Umgang seiner Weggefährten mit dem Produktionsprozess. Seine Tracks klangen dick, klar, akzentuiert, ihr Klang war neben der Struktur ein weiterer entschiedener Bestandteil der Wirkung. Dass er aber auch ohne den Sample-Baukasten auskam bewies „Fear The World“, ein hundsgemeiner, dunkler Brocken von einem Track, der nur mit einer hypnotischen Tonschlaufe und Start-Stop-Beats ausgestattet so beängstigend durch den Club walzt, dass die Flächentraditionalisten am spießigen Ende von House sich vermutlich wünschen, er wäre nie erschaffen worden. Denn House kann eigentlich alles, auch wenn es scheint, dass es heutzutage nicht mehr jeder wissen soll.
In discussion with Damir Ivic on “Criminal Justice” by D*Note (1995).
D*Note was quite an active project. What made you choose this album out of their varied back catalogue?
Varied, and not always excellent. “Babel”, Matt’s first effort as an album, was excellent, but still naive in some sounds. Breakbeats, for instance – they were quite standard and not so creative, original and classy as they are on “Criminal Justice”, and generally speaking the arrangements were quite keen to the jazzy hip-hop flavour of that era. Later, only some parts of “Fuchsia Dog” matched the unbelievable quality of the first two albums. The rest of the D*Note catalogue is… I wouldn’t say disappointing but… yes, maybe I’m sayin’ it!
On his Myspace page, D*Note’s mastermind Matt Wienevski describes his music as a “cross between Ravel, Miles Davis and Photek”. However high this self-explanation aims, would you agree to some extent?
It’s 100% correct, I think. Plus, there’s room for Michael Nyman. If “Birth Of Cool” was carrying interferences made by Photek and Nyman (and maybe Ravel, ok), we’d have had “Criminal Justice” decades ago. Hey, I perfectly realize that these words sound TOO big. But please, listen to the album… Read the rest of this entry »
MACRO M14 Patrick Cowley & Jorge Socarras – Catholic
Es wurde in den letzten Jahren gehörig Schindluder getrieben mit dem Wild Pitch-Begriff. Hunderte von Tracks, die einfach nur lang und im Aufbau etwas ausladender Natur waren, wurden von faulen Journalisten in diese Schublade gesteckt. Dabei ist Herkunft und Machart von Wild Pitch club- und musikhistorisch in guter Quellenlage. Eine Gruppe von DJs in New York, u. a. Bobby Konders, Victor Rosado, Kenny Carpenter, John Robinson, David Camacho, Timmy Richardson und eben DJ Pierre, versuchten mit einer Party-Reihe namens Wild Pitch die Lücke zu schließen, welche mit der Schließung der Paradise Garage im Jahr 1987 einherging. Die Musik dazu war ähnlich wie in Levans Legendenstätte, nur der Anteil von Reggae und House war gestiegen. DJ Pierre verarbeitete seine Erlebnisse dort 1990 in dem Track ”Generate Power“, und entwickelte dafür eine neue Stilausprägung von House, die er nach dem Club benannte. Das Grundprinzip war im Grunde genommen einfach. Über etwas ungelenke Beats, die diesen speziellen watscheligen Groove entwickeln, schichtete er im gemächlichen Takt von mehreren Minuten Element über Element: Bass, Akkorde, Ravesignale, Stimmen, Perkussion, Zerrsounds, schließlich stehende Strings, alles was recht war, immer schön eins nach dem anderen, immer noch eine Schippe drauf. Das Ganze entwickelt in der Summe eine hypnotische Sogwirkung mit strikter Vorwärtsrichtung, die sich mit jedem addiertem Element potenziert und nach und nach, scheinbar endlos und doch immer intensiver, einem Höhepunkt entgegensteuert, sich dann imposant entlädt, und danach wieder behutsam heruntergefahren wird. Das erinnerte nicht von ungefähr an sehr guten Sex, wenn es gut gemacht war klang es auch so. Pierre begriff schnell, dass er nach seinem Geistesblitz mit den modulierten Bassklängen der Roland TB-303, aus denen dann Acid House wurde, hiermit einen weiteren, noch nie da gewesenen Sound parat hatte, den er in den Folgejahren konsequent verfeinerte. Und wie bei Acid House ließen sich andere Produzenten von der Idee anstecken. Leute wie Roy Davis Jr., Spanky bei Strictly Rhythm, Maurice Joshua, Nate Williams und DJ Duke bei Power Music, dann etwas szeneexterner Junior Vasquez oder X-Press 2 und zahllose weitere Epigonen. Und wie immer war das Prinzip dann irgendwann ausgereizt, war vom ganzen Interpretieren ganz ausgeleiert, ließ sich nicht mehr mit neuen Trends verknüpfen. Und wie immer wurde es dann irgendwann später wieder hervorgeholt, und mit frischen Ideen versetzt klappte es dann auch wieder. ”Muzik“ von 1992 ist Wild Pitch der klassischen Phase im Moment seiner höchsten Vollendung. Eine Lehrstunde in Aufbau und Wirkung. Wer immer sich gegenwärtig Wild Pitch auf die Fahne schreiben möchte, möge doch bitte vorher hier vorbeischauen, denn von den Siegern lernen, heißt siegen lernen.
DJ Pierre – Muzik (Strictly Rhythm, 1992)
In discussion with Bill Brewster on “Sextet” by A Certain Ratio (1982).
What is your personal history with this particular album? How and when was your first encounter with it?
I bought it the week it came out. I had just moved back to Grimsby (my hometown) after working in London and Switzerland as a chef for five years. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life but I knew I didn’t want to spend the rest of it sweating in a kitchen. I’d met some new people who were trying to do cool stuff with music. We’d all been punks in 1976 and 1977 but got bored of how musically limited it all was. We were searching for something new. We had a musical mentor, a guy who ran a musical instrument shop with a few boxes of records in the back, called Roy Bainton. He was 15 years older than us and knew loads about music, everything from Mike Westbrook and Carla Bley to Graham Central Station and, in particular, the blues. We were listening to all this brilliant old stuff that was new to us and also discovering bands like A Certain Ratio and 23 Skidoo who, like us, were also groping towards something different. We were in the process of forming a band when this album came out.
What made you decide for „Sextet“ instead of other of their albums?
They toured to promote this album and we went to see them at this bizarre wine bar in Leeds. I went with all the guys who were in my band. The venue was brightly lit, chrome-plated, horrible. And it was nearly empty, but they didn’t give a fuck: they were astonishing, really tight (helped somewhat by Donald Johnson’s prowess behind the traps). I suppose what “„Sextet“” represents to me is a crossroads of where I had arrived and where they were headed; a sort of Robert Johnson involving trams, drizzle and Northern misery. What is interesting about „Sextet“, listening back now, is that they’d reached a certain competence on their instruments but they still had a thirst for wayward and interesting song ideas and arrangements. Later on, when they were recording stuff like “Don’t You Worry Bout A Thing”, they ended up sounding like those pale Britfunk imitations of the real deal, whereas what makes „Sextet“ endearing is that they sound like nothing and no-one else. The world they inhabited then, it seemed to me, was hermetically sealed from outside influences. I imagined them living together in a big house in Whalley Range, a bit like the Monkees, except with acid and analogue instruments. Read the rest of this entry »
The Residents – Diskomo (1980)
I discovered this track in one of your live sets, and I was really surprised by it. How did you get to this?
I actually heard this being played by Ron Hardy at the Music Box.
Ah, so it was Ron Hardy who inspired you then?
The people that have inspired me musically where I am now is Ron Hardy, Larry Levan, Larry Heard and fortunately but unfortunately Ian Curtis and Kurt Cobain. Those are pretty much some of my strongest influences. Later on it became people like Farley Jack Master Funk when he was really bringing it to the table musically on the radio, and from that point on it’s like my whole world expanded, it expanded to unparalleled paradox.
In regards of “Diskomo,” though, when I heard Ron Hardy play it, it didn’t make sense to me because I wasn’t on drugs. But a lot of people that were in the party scene at that time were experimenting with drugs. Ron would spin records faster, because he was under the influence. So the thing is I probably heard “Diskomo” at a faster speed. You never knew what Ron was doing at this time, so when you hear “Diskomo” and you hear these sort of patterns and tone pads and kind of modular effects like wind and stuff in this manner, it was hard to tell what was what. If you were in that time period, would you think that was Ron Hardy, or would you think that was a record?
It has a really eerie atmosphere…
It’s the same thing with Ian Curtis, and what Joy Division did. The producer behind them gave that whole thing atmosphere, that sort of specialness. And that’s what “Discomo” did for me when I heard it.
This new wave post punk music is not necessarily something you would associate with early house, which is kind of peculiar, but you seem to be attracted to this kind of music…
This is house music. That’s the thing that nobody—and let’s make this clear, I am nobody to tell you what is and what isn’t the truth—but I can tell you what I know and what I saw. And it was the innovation that Larry and Ron undertook, and it’s the innovation that I have personally taken on myself. I am singlehandedly the ambassador of truth right now. I feel like I have singlehandedly taken on the roles of these artists in the way that they described their music and the way that they played their music, and I feel that I’m someone that can say that this music that has somehow been forgotten has a greater significance than people can imagine.
New Order – Video 5-8-6 (1982)
Let’s talk about New Order. This has a kind of long-jam approach to recording, but it is also kind of a blueprint, not only for later electronic developments, but also for their own developments. There are already shadings of “Blue Monday” in it, but it is much earlier, 1982.
I play “Video 586” in my sessions. I play every type of sound known, and I am probably the world’s biggest risk taker. There are probably three other people that I could say right now that are as risky as I am.
Who are they?
Mick Wills, from Stuttgart, Germany, James T. Cotton and myself. And, actually, someone who is on another level to also give full etiquette and education and experience is Jamal Moss. In my eyes, even though he doesn’t DJ, musically what he does with IBM and these other projects… it’s not the sort of stuff that you would usually hear.
But he does DJ, doesn’t he?
Jamal is one of my guys, and I have never seen him play wax. But what I have of him, the material that I have gotten from him, is still sick. It’s like another level of Ron Hardy through Jamal Moss. Without a doubt.
You seem to be quite like-minded in your approach…
Well, “Video 586” is an idea that I didn’t realize that was important until later, Jamal didn’t realize until later, that JTC didn’t realize was important later. It’s the idea of not following the law of 4/4 music, or the law of what it should be. This is what made music risky, and this is what made New Order risky.
Why do so few DJ’s take risks that way do you think?
Because they are scared. They’re scared to lose the crowd, they are scared to be risky, to do something that they have never done. That’s why you have something called the social chain, and it’s what everybody else follows. I am not on the social chain. Those people that I have mentioned, Mick Wills, James T. Cotton, Jamal are guys that I know do not play by the rules.
So is that your main agenda? To change the set of rules?
My main agenda is to change the rules to the way that they should be. The way that everybody is crying, “Why can’t it be like the days when I was growing up.” Because this is the point, think about it: Why do people play records from the old days? Because they wanna remember. Why do you always have to remember the past? Why can’t you deal with now? Read the rest of this entry »
In discussion with Philip Sherburne about “The Flat Earth” by Thomas Dolby (1984).
Why did you choose this album, and how did you come across Thomas Dolby in the first place?
Until I was 12 or 13, I got most of my pop music from Top 40 radio. There weren’t a lot of other options for kid living in suburban Portland, Oregon in the late ’70s and early ’80s, and I loved a lot of things that I’d probably cringe at now, simply because they were all that was available. This is not one of them, though. Thomas Dolby’s “The Flat Earth” has remained a personal favorite for a quarter century now, and within it I can find many of the seeds of my eventual love for electronic music. I don’t remember any first encounter with Thomas Dolby’s 1982 single “She Blinded Me With Science,” which was all over the radio that year. I’m sure it was the synths and samples that grabbed me. I had discovered synthesizers through the music shop where I bought piano sheet music – Bach, Czerny, Phil Collins – and was nuts about anything with synths in it (In 1983, I’d get one of my own, a Korg Poly-800). Curiously, I didn’t dig any further into Dolby’s music at the time, but then, the song was ubiquitous, and in retrospect, it was such an odd single it probably didn’t gesture towards a form bigger than itself, like an album. It was what it was, and that was plenty. In 1984 or 1985, I went through a brief period of checking out LPs from the Multnomah County Library. That’s where I came across „The Flat Earth“. It was the cover that got me. Around that time, I would latch onto anything that had the faintest hint of “new wave” to it, and the cover’s pseudoscientific markings and cryptic photo-montage seemed like the most modern thing I’d ever seen. In retrospect, the sleeve is hardly so dazzling — a slightly watered down version of Peter Saville. (In fact, it looks a little like a cross between the Durutti Column’s “Circuses & Bread” and Section 25’s “From the Hip”, but it lacks the elegance of either.) Still, it was good enough for a 14-year-old jonesing for the New. I remember sitting on the floor of my parents’ living room, hunched over the sleeve, trying to make sense of the whole package. Not to repeat myself, but “cryptic” is the only word that fits. Everything about the music seemed to hint at hidden meanings, from the sleeve to the lyrics: “Keith talked in alphanumerals,” after all. Who the hell was the guy panning for gold on the cover? Who were these mysterious Mulu, people of the rainforest? What was a drug cathedral, and why an octohedron? (I had so much to learn.) Etc., etc. I’ve long since stopped caring much about lyrics, much less concept albums, but I was young and impressionable then, and every flip of the record seemed to offer another clue as to some strange, grownup world I couldn’t begin to decipher. The same went for the music, of course. For starters, there was the stylistic range: “Dissidents” and “White City” were recognizable as pop music, after a fashion, but what was “Screen Kiss”? It presented a kind of liquidity I don’t remember having recognized in music before that – first in the fretless bass, the synthesizers and the stacked harmonies, and even the chord changes, but mainly it was the way it trailed off into the scratchy patter of L.A. traffic reports, multi-tracked and run through delay. I’d never heard the “real world” breaking into pop music before, and certainly not spun into such a purely “ambient” sound. “Mulu the Rain Forest” was another weird one – again, an approximation of ambient, long before I’d discover it. And “I Scare Myself” totally threw me for a loop. What was a Latin lounge jazz song doing here, especially sandwiched between the humid “Mulu” and the jagged, chromed funk of “Hyperactive”? There was no doubting the continuity of the album, but the pieces felt at odds, as fractured as the cut-up sleeve imagery; the sequencing seemed erratic and the two sides of the LP felt out of balance with each other, and yet you couldn’t have put it together any other way. Just like venturing to the edge of the (flat) earth, flipping the record had a weirdly vertiginous quality to it. (I was, you may note, an unusually impressionable adolescent, at least where music was concerned.)
At the time I got this it took some time to grow on me. Was it the same with you or was it love at first sight?
A little of both. There was definitely something off-putting about the record at first, but I devoured it anyway. I’d go so far as to say that the parts that alienated me were precisely what sent me back into it. I wanted to figure it out. All this might sound a little silly now. Today, I can recognize that a lot of it is pretty overblown, beginning with the lyrics: “My writing/ is an iron fist/ in a glove full of Vaseline”? That’s… pretty awful. (Also, it may go some way towards explaining the purplish quality of my own youthful stabs at poesy.) But for all its excesses, it kept drawing me in. I still listen to the fade out from “Dissidents” into “The Flat Earth” and feel a thrill all over again, all those gangly licks and hard-edged FM tones giving way to hushed percussion and a yielding soundfield… It’s funny, too, to listen today to the title track and even hear the tiniest hint of disco and proto-house in the rolling conga rhythms, things I had absolutely no idea about then. Whatever its failures, this was the album that, more than any other up until that time, convinced me that records offered more than just a hook and a chorus, that they deserved to be puzzled through, analyzed, unpacked. That they offered up their own little worlds, worlds I would aspire to inhabit. Read the rest of this entry »
Welcome to the final chapter of the Druffalo Rave Chronicles. In sharp contrast to the usual brouhaha surrounding the city’s contributions to club music history there is no particular reason why we conclude the series with Chicago. It’s just the one we still had left for release, and we wanted to stop before we were even tempted to invent rave scenes that don’t really exist (given that all of it was a very subjective D*ruffalo take on the rave phenomenon anyway). So, as sad as it may be, we would like to kiss the rave goodbye with some real Windy City classics, and this is the way we jack the house…
K.A. Posse – Dig This (Underground)
Robert Armani – Circus Bells (Dance Mania)
The Housefactors – Play It Loud (Black Market International)
Armando – We’re On The Move (Warehouse)
DJ Pierre- Drive Me In Your Car (Jive)
M.D.3. – The Pressure Cooker (Underground)
326 – Falling (Muzique)
Brian Harris – H2O (Chicago Underground)
Lil’ Louis – Music Takes U away (Dance Mania)
Qx-1 – On A Journey (Rhythm Beat)
Pizarro – Suelta Mé (Gosa-Lo)
Mix Masters – In The Mix (DJ International)
Liz Torres – Payback Is A Bitch (Jive)
Lil’ Louis – Frequency (Dance Mania)
Steve Poindexter – Computer Madness (Muzique)
Vitamin B – You Make Me Feel (Rhythm Beat)
Two For Soul – The Music’s Taken Over Me (Future Sound)
2 Houss People – Baby Wants To Move You (Gherkin)
Myoshi Morris – Muzik (Rockin’ House)
Armando – 100% Of Dissin’ You (Warehouse)
Steve Poindexter – Work That Motherfucker (Muzique)
The Dance Kings – Climb The Walls (Dance Mania)
Terry Hunter – Madness (Muzique)
Risque 3 – Essence Of A Dream (Stride)
Mike Dearborn – New Dimension (Muzique)
Ron Trent – The Afterlife (Djax)
Da Posse – In The Life (Republic)
North/Clybourn – O Ban 1 (Gherkin)
Fingers Inc. – Bye Bye (Jack Trax)
Auch wenn er vermutlich niemals aus dem Kollektivgedächtnis der House-Liebhaber verschwinden wird, es soll hier, aus zu immer gegebenen Anlass, abermals an den legendärsten Abtrünnigen in der Geschichte von House erinnert werden: Bobby Konders. Er mastermixte sich bis Anfang der 90er Jahre bei New Yorks Radiosender WBLS einen klangvollen Namen mit House, Reggae, Hip Hop und Disco-Klassikern, dann erschütterte er in einem überschaubaren Zeitraum von 1989 bis 1993 die Clubkultur mit Platten, in denen er die oben genannten Musikstile zu Produktionen verknüpfte, die immer noch ihresgleichen suchen. Seine Soundidee klingt in der Theorie simpel, war aber in der Ausführung zum Verzweifeln originär. Konders injizierte die Bassschwere und das Raum- und Zeitgefühl von Dub in den House-Sound, reicherte dies mit der Tiefe und Virtuosität von Peter Daous Keyboards an, dem wohl klassischsten aller New Yorker Studiomusiker der dortigen Szene, und erzeugte so eine Musik, die gleichzeitig drücken und schweben konnte, und bei aller rohen Unmittelbarkeit stets erhaben und überlegen schien. Selbst bei einer etwas wirr anmutenden Abfolge von Remix-Auftragsarbeiten zwischen den Associates, Foremost Poets bis hin zu Herb Alpert, ließ sich dieses Patentrezept problemlos übersetzen, stets war das Ergebnis der pure Bobby Konders-Zauber, in bestechend konsistenter Qualität. Diese EP von 1990 ist das Manifest dieser Schaffensperiode. Egal ob dubbiger Acid („Nervous Acid“), deeper Flöten-House (“The Poem“), technoider Freestyle (“Let There Be House“), oder rootsiger Hypno-House (“Massai Women”), mit den dazugehörigen Versions, jeder der sechs Tracks wurde zu einem Klassiker, fortwährendes Zeugnis vom immensen Talent eines Produzenten, seine Vorlieben und Ideen scheinbar mühelos in einen Trademark-Sound zu transferieren, der stets gültig bleibt, und an dem sich bis in alle Zeiten die Epigonen die Zähne ausbeißen werden. Und was macht das Genie, das viel besungene? Es pfeift auf die bedingungslose Verehrung seiner Anhängerschar, legt sich auf seine erste, größere Liebe zu Reggae und Dancehall fest, und produziert nie wieder einen House-Track. Keine Retrospektiven, Überredungskünste oder Gagenangebote, die sich zu Clubkultur verhalten wie Abba zu Pop, haben daran etwas ändern können. Es hat natürlich auch nicht geholfen, dass seine Karriere in diesem… anderen… Betätigungsfeld seiner Wahl ähnlich legendär und einflussreich verlief, und wesentlich mehr Geld einbrachte. Was bleibt ist ein Werk von erdrückendem Ausnahmestatus, und die Erkenntnis, dass es niemals wieder vorkommen sollte, dass jemand von solchen Gaben einfach abspringt. Von noch so einer Verschmähung, solch einem tiefen Schock, würde sich House wohl nicht mehr erholen können.
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