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Motorcitysoul – Change You
http://www.sendspace.com/file/v9je9e
I’ve written several times of late about the resurgence of “deep house” as a determining stylistic principle in (the classy end of) dance music. This was a big thing last year too, and was responsible for lots of my favourite music of 2007 (stuff from Henrick Schwarz, Matt Johns, Dennis Ferrer), but this year it began to feel like THE THING in dance music. My interest has fallen off quite a bit, and I’ve provided several different theories as to why this is the case. But the key issue is probably that 2008 was classy dance music’s least ‘pop’ year in ages: lots of minimal (though no longer “minimal”), barely inflected “quality” productions so full of “soul” that there was no room left for a tune, so “deep” that all topographical dynamism gets smothered, all made by “cats” so jive that a positive reaction from plebian suburban, adolescent, gay, drug-using and/or female audiences would be rejected with distaste even if it was possible. I really don’t like the notion of “quality” anything in dance music: it suggests a reliability that is born of an aversion to making mistakes. Pop versions of dance music meanwhile tend to flirt with disaster, as they jump from the safe ground of niche stylistic affectation, across the yawning chasm of middlebrow crossover and towards widespread acceptance and adulation amongst people who don’t even know what rhodes keys are, let alone how to make them sound good in a house track. (NB. I'm not trying to suggest a "quality"/"pop" either/or here)
“Change You” is a nice exception to this trend, although for all of that a fairly middlebrow one; perhaps Motorcitysoul are as “quality” as my dance music listening tends to get these days. What marks this out is that it’s faux-US House in the broadest sense rather than the narrowest, less about getting a certain bass sound and more about the aching melodrama of its smooth male diva performance. It starts out fairly unobtrusively, its slowly morphing one-note synth bass pulse and nonchalant tenor vocal suggesting a tune happy to lounge in light-coloured calico pants in the afternoon sun. How it changes is obscured by one of those curious tricks of repetition that is hard to catch even when you’re listening for it. At about four minutes in, the groove is stripped back to a (relatively) intense staccato pulse while the diva sighs in a new melody: “Love has always been like this/a whispered prayer beneath a kiss…” In a pop tune this would be the middle-eight, and in a dance remix of a pop tune it would be the ostentatious breakdown which coincides with that middle-eight, when you realise that the song you’ve happily been dancing and singing along to is actually skating across a paper-thin surface covering a void of existential uncertainty.
House can capture this bigness of emotion with restrained gestures through an adjusted economy of scale, with even relatively mild expansions in the terrain of the groove suddenly evoking a sense of destabilisation or loss of identity. In “Change You” the shift in register moves from relaxed confidence (I imagine a game of unhurried, subtle flirtation) to a kind of barely concealed, urgent desperation, the groove’s imperceptible immersion into cavernous bass and tense bleeps resembling beads of sweat on a nonchalant pokerface. By itself this would be just about enough; what makes “Change You” magical is the way this is wrapped around the smooth diva’s performance, as he unwittingly sinks from his master’s perch and finds himself the slave of his own game of desire. Like Sade’s “No Ordinary Love”, this is mood music on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
― Tim F, Monday, 29 December 2008 08:00 (fifteen years ago) link
Geeneus ft. Katy B – As I
http://www.sendspace.com/file/4hx06s
Possibly my biggest regret (among several) with regard to the year end lists contributed to Pitchfork, In Press etc. was my failure to adequately rate this absolute gem of a poppy UK funky house tune – certainly one of my absolute favourites of last year. One interesting thing about UK funky is how, perhaps due to the absence of a clearly identifiable sonic marker that would form the equivalent of the 2-step beat for UK garage, it’s gradually developed a much more distinct, treasurable homegrown song-style (in retrospect, UK Garage never really did this – perhaps because it never had to). So many of the great UK funky female vocal anthems – “Do You Mind”, “Mr. Seduction”, “Make Your Move”, “Tell Me” etc. – fall within strictly circumscribed parameters: very young, girly sounding singers, performances pitched exactly midway between R&B reserve and house diva histrionics, all driven by a sex-frenzied hunger that is entirely its own. Oh, and lyrics that surprise with their scrupulous formalist perfection.
On “As I”, the rhyming is almost decadently perfect: “I tried to put my finger on the time/when I started to see you in a different light/did it creep into my mind?/Or did you give me a sign?/I ain’t sure…/When your hand brushes past mine like that/did you mean to or was it an accident?/I wish that you’d do it again/so that I could feel your skin/once more…” There’s a… tightness to funky’s songwriting which marks it out from most vocal house, which usually draws a sharp line between the tension-building verses and the all-bases-go release of the choruses. In funky, the jump from the verses to the choruses is actually quite subtle, a very slight ramping up of the air of tension that is always already hovering close to fever pitch.
The music, of course, is delectable and irresistible, the usual perky funky beat moulding itself to ravey yet feminine soft-centered synth chords, like T99’s “Anaesthesia” or Nasty Habits’ “Dark Angel” remade as an unabashed singalong pop anthem. Plus the icing of the cake: that strange cantering beat that sprints across the end of every eighth’s bar (I like to pretend this is Geeneus’ sly response to Simon Reynolds’ complaint that too many funky rhythms have the awkward gait of a horse). In terms of context, “As I” wins for being a superlative demonstration of funky’s openness to whatever idea works. But context would be nothing without the seductive, sumptuous swing of its galloping groove, or the swooning desperation of Katy’s desire.
― Tim F, Sunday, 11 January 2009 07:28 (fifteen years ago) link