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Rave Music aka UK Hardcore aka Breakbeat Hardcore

In the early 90’s the UK was the epicenter of a new genre of music: rave. Otherwise known as breakbeat hardcore, UK hardcore, “rave” was an amalgamation of US techno with UK acid house. This was before the music branched off in to house, breaks, techno, trance, and jungle. This was an era when taking a couple E’s and dancing all night in a dirty warehouse was a new thing. If you like any genres of current dance music, it pays to know where it came from. Its also Friday. This music will literally make you flash back … the last time you heard it was in 1993 and you were on a tab of acid and a couple hits of E.

Bomb Scare – 2 Bad Mice:

This is the prototype of all breakbeat-orientated tracks to come. It was a dance music first- produced at home in someone’s bedroom and not in an expensive studio with racks full of equipment. It gave hope to anyone with a synthesizer and a sampler, that you COULD produce a track that would be played in clubs all over the world. This tune was limited by the technology of the time: 8 second mono samples. It works though. This tune blew up, to this day its played in clubs. Pretty good for no budget bedroom production.

Goldie – Kemistry

The sweeping synth lines of this tune made it stand out to listeners. Rave music gets pretty. Its still slow, but gives a hint as to what dnb will be in the future.

Top Buzz – Living in Darkness

This seminal tune from ’92 incorporates a 4-on-the-floor “house” style kick with breakbeats. Genres like hardcore and gabber took the same formula, distorted the kick drum, and sped it up. Very innovative for the time. Its about 143 bpm, about the speed of modern day breakbeats or trance.

Rufige Cru – Terminator

Ok, so even as a DJ who specializes in breakbeats, I’ll admit that a lot of tunes are unforgettable and are meant to be thrown away after six months or a year. A lot of production is driven by the new *hot* sample cd, or synth lines are taken directly from the presets of brand new synthesizers. The early 90’s had a revolution in how music was produced due to cheaper and more powerful samplers. Before 1980 the only way to play a sample (a snippet of audio) i.e. the cash register sound in the Pink Floyd tune “Money” would be to either play it off of analog tape, or actually hold a cash register up to a microphone during a live performance. In the early 80’s samplers came around. A sampler is basically a computer that you can record a snippet of sound on to, that’s triggered when you hit a key on a keyboard or synthesizer. Early samplers could only hold small amounts of sound … we’re talking 8 seconds, maybe … at a resolution between “crap” and “1920’s telephone.” In the 80’s samplers became affordable as computer processors became ubiquitous, and those 8 seconds of crappy sounding sound could now be 20 seconds of tape-quality sound. This tune is important because of the drum sample (the breakbeat during the breakdown.) Notice how it plays at a very low pitch, then keeps pitching higher and higher? If you were to play a sample with an 80’s sampler, the only way to make a sampled sound increase its pitch would be to increase its speed. Increasing its speed doesn’t really work if you’re making dance music that’s trying to keep a constant beat. This tune was THE FIRST ever piece of music to have a sample that increased in pitch, but its speed stayed the same. This blew minds in the early 90’s. Cher’s song “Believe” was the first to use autotune as an effect, this tune was the first to use pitch adjust. It wouldn’t have happened if the producers hadn’t bought a brand new, top of the line sampler a couple of days before they produced this tune. Not only was it something that ravers got down to, but audio engineers bought the crap out of the tune to listen to it and be BLOWN AWAY by the drum beat pitching up. Yeah, kinda lame now, but trust me, it was a BIG deal.

Q Project – Champion Sound – Alliance remix

This tune sort of epitomizes the stripped-down ragga sound that would become popular in the UK during the mid-90’s. A ragga vocal sample, a breakbeat, and a HARD bass was all you needed. “Rave” became serious right here. (UK Electronic Dance Music always had sort of a Jamican thing going on, but this tune made a lot of Black kids get in to “Jungle”.) A note on the “Jungle” term. At this point people weren’t referring to tracks like this as “Rave” but rather “Jungle.” “Jungle” is synonymous with “Drum and Bass” however most people will agree that “Jungle” tends to be more stripped down, incorporate Ragga/Hip Hop samples, and isn’t as “techy.”

LTJ Bukem – Atlantis (I need you)

Most of the tracks I’ve put up have so far been sort of … hard. This tune proved that not all breakbeat had to be hard and in your face for you to dance to it. A “chill” breaks tune? NEVER!

Origin Unknown – Valley of the Shadows

By this time, there was “house” and “trance” and a separate “jungle” room at raves. This was the TUNE back in the day. A vocal taken from a US Space launch, a cheesy Brit sample that could be about taking drugs (more like seeing God or an angel or something) coupled with a BOOMING sub bass. The synth used here was a Roland Juno-106, one of the classics of all dance music. They really went wild with the arppegiator, but this tune is still rocked, in its original form, today.

Aphrodite – Summer Breeze

Aphrodite was/is known for producing a whole heck of a lot of jungle hip hop remixes. Kind of nice that he took an old (lame) Seals + Croft hit from ’72 and re-worked it.

Omni Trio – Renegade Snares – Foul Play Remix

The drums. Every effect that the most modern samplers could throw out was used in producing this track. Like Terminator before it, it blew minds. Heck, it even charted in the Pop charts in the UK. Pretty nice for a vinyl that was being sold out of the back of someone’s car. UK Pirate stations by now were playing pretty much all “Rave” music, and Jungle/breakbeats were a staple.

Deep Blue – The Helicopter Tune

That intro is clever synth work, not a helicopter sample. These guys hit it out of the park in terms of drum programming. Listen to this tune, and one of the earlier ones, and the first thing you’ll notice is the fidelity. Whereas the first tunes sounded like they were being played out of a speakerphone, the drums on this tune are crisp, clear, and have some depth. You can thank technology.

Alex Reece – Pulp Fiction

Gone are the synths, the pianos, the over-enthusiastic MDMA references. Jungle was here. Stripped down, deep, dark, moody, and danceable. Jazzy too! Breaks were never the same after this tune. Live Jazz musicians started having their drummers bang out drum and bass beats. You can’t go to a jazz concert nowadays without hearing an “amen” break. This beat is indicitive of a “2 step” beat, which spawned the “2 step/garage” fad to come at the early 90’s.

DJ Zinc – Super Sharp Shooter

In the 90’s, “urban” stations didn’t play UK hip hop, they played stuff like this. Jungle. Samples are taken from “Release yo ‘Delf” by Method Man and “It Gets No Rougher” by LL Cool J. UK hip hop labels SCRAMBLED for producers to remix US Import Hip hop after this release. This tune also completely started the whole “Jump Up” Jungle craze.

DJ Zinc – Ready or Not (Fugees Remix)

This tune was so massive it got airplay on US Hip Hop stations. When the whole “Mash Up” genre started to get big around 2006, some jackasses tried to press up copies of this tune and pass it off as new. Sorry! After this tune, DJ Zinc was booked at raves worldwide. Hey, its fun!

Congo Natty – Junglist

Okay, so by this time, it wasn’t “Rave” music. It was “Jungle.” Congo Natty is a group of rastas who were associated with the Greensleeves Reggae/Ragga label, who branched out to Jungle when it got hot. They were sort of notorious. Usually when one presses up records, you’ll press up a batch of say 1500 or 2500 and send them to record distributors for consignment. A distro then holds on to them, sells them, and sends you money at the end of the quarter. These guys made distros pay UP FRONT, and instead of charging like $3/record they charged something like $5. As a result, a lot of distros didn’t carry Congo Natty releases. That didn’t stop this record from completely blowing up, because it increased its value. You could go to shops in 1995 and they’d be selling this plate for $40. It was outrageous. However, people LOVED this tune. I remember even a couple of years ago people asking me if I could play it at clubs. This record did have negative consequences though. Every raver wearing camo now became a “Junglist” and a lot of Black Jamacians in the UK took offense to its supposed racial undertones. “The Jungle” was a part of Kingston that a lot of these guys were from, they coined the term, and it had no racial “Black people are uncivilized and from Africa” meaning, but still, shortly after people started calling this music “Drum and Bass.” “Rave” was dead.

So yeah, that’s Drum and Bass until about 1995. Those tunes are in roughly chronological order and they’re some of the standouts from that era. I’ll be posting more stuff to annoy your neighbors with later on!

Doing the Right Thing by Quitting Sheen Cold Turkey

Charlie Sheen. The holy detestable scourge of humanity that is Charlie Sheen makes me want to punch him in his throat-box and then shake him until the crazy man living inside slides out onto the floor of the insane condom-wrapper filled hotel room he parties in.

Why?


Well because he’s taken all the goodwill sent his way by a gracious, but health-hobbled Michael J. Fox, and literally shot it up his nose and used it to slap the asses of various hookers just because he can, and mostly because CBS has paid him to do so. Nice. Sheen would be just another out of work, has-been actor, holed up under a bridge in Dogtown if Fox hadn’t had to leave Spin City. And now, yes now, that the network has finally realized this — what will they do about Charlie Sheen?

Don’t Pay Him Another Single Dime

Yeah, have you heard? He wants a raise. Yes, currently stuffing his pockets full of $1.8 million an episode is not sufficient. He now says that in order to return to his beloved-by-idiots show he wants $3 million an episode. $3 million?! That’s like an entire boat full of coke! A small island off the coast of the Maldives of low-class prostitutes! The entire salary brought home by his brother Emilio since The Breakfast Club!

I’d like to go on record by saying that no person, who on his television show spins a yarn of tired misogynistic tropes and sits on a couch in a bowling shirt while wearing loafers, should make anywhere near $3 million for anything. This is acting? Or is this what your loser uncle Irwin-the-Pharmacist does in his sad life living down by the docks? CBS should be laughing so hard the entire building should levitate 50 feet off the ground, spin, and then shoot into space and crash on the moon so they can attach a picture of Charlie Sheen to a flagpole as evidence of an alien life form, and then, and only then, return to ask if the coke-monster from Platoon is serious. There’s no way anyone should pay him one more dime to continue making this horrible show about a horrible person who basically holds the rest of the cast hostage every time he goes on a binge.

Don’t Feel Sorry For Him


You know how this country has a weak spot for beleaguered celebrities? How we decide that it’s not their fault that their parents/lives/celebrity/famousness made them the way they are and that they should get another chance? Yeah, this stupid thing we do. After all, look what’s happened to Robert Downey Jr. and Drew Barrymore — they’re fine now, and successful, and a testament to good old fashioned faith, talent, and an enviable stick-to-it attitude. Yes, well, that is nice. Well, no, it’s not! These people are all addicts. Yes. Okay, some have been able to overcome a large portion of their demons, mostly those who actually want to get better, and realized that they have a career to salvage. But others…well, they just don’t. (LiLo, I’m also looking at you, and Busey, well, I’m terrified of this season’s Celebrity Apprentice.) They just want to remain crazed, coke-addicted maniacs, because well, they enjoy it. They love, love, love it! It is all they have, and they don’t give a damn who knows it…because it’s really not about you.

This is what Sheen thinks about his drug use:

The Associated Press reports that during his various, “Fuck the world, I’m fabulous!” television tour this morning, he said that he “exposed people to magic” when they partied with him and that he loved doing drugs.

“What’s not to love?” he said on ABC. “Especially when you see how I party. It was epic. The run I was on made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, Richards just look like droopy-eyed armless children.”

Does he want to change? Nah. Will he change? Nope. Reportedly, he’s been clean for 72 hours because he finds coke boring. Yes, boring. I’m thinking if he could find a way to snort the skin-flakes of various porn stars for a high…he would do it until he finds that boring. Nonetheless, these are not the sentiments of a reformed drug abuser.

Realize That He Doesn’t Care About You Or The People Who Watch His Show

He isn’t an actor. He isn’t about the craft of acting. He doesn’t have aspirations of being the best artist or performer he can possibly be. He wants your money. And he’d rather get it with the satisfaction of having every person in authority prostrate themselves in front of him, because he’s a narcissistic drug addict. He believes that CBS owes him an apology, “publicly, while licking my feet” he says, for not recognizing his awesomeness, and because he’s “tired of pretending I’m not a total, bitchin’ rock star from Mars.” Absolutely. Yup, the more you keep sweeping his crap under the rug, and backing him and all his lunacy, is one more step you take into the darkside, CBS. The darkside that is letting the lunatics run the asylum and dictate to you how much their crazy is worth, because it’s easier to have a megalomaniac, shriveled wizard dictate how much money you will pay him to continue to keep your network afloat, instead of shipping this loon off into obscurity and replacing him with any number of talented actors.

“I am on a drug,” Sheen said. “It’s called Charlie Sheen. It’s not available because if you try it you will die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body.”

Exactly. He is Charlie Sheen, and he is a drug. CBS, think you can stop chasing this dragon?

Update: Apparently someone gets it. This afternoon Sheen’s longtime publicist, Stan Rosenfield, quit after an interview with TMZ where Sheen made a remark implying that Rosenfield lied on his behalf about that Plaza Hotel incident in October.

“I have worked with Charlie Sheen for a long time and I care about him very much. However, at this time, I’m unable to work effectively as his publicist and have respectfully resigned,” states Rosenfeld.

I was kinda hoping he resigned because Sheen is a huge self-destructive prick who’s destined to take anyone down with him that attempts to latch themselves to his burning, sinking ship. But a bailout is a bailout, I suppose.

Boom Bye Bye: Buju guilty!

Boh! Buju Banton:  Dancehall artist/Hip hop collaborator/Batty mon killer/cocaine trafficer was convicted in Florida (Babylon) for conspiracy to traffic cocaine. It kinda dispells the whole Rasta image to get convicted of trying to buy 11 pounds of coke. What? You’re going to tell me that he eats meat and sugar and doesn’t just eat bannanas and yams? Buju’s gawn have to man up in prison, lest the battys get to him.

Here’s some vids: I didn’t embed them because it slows crasstalk.com down like crazy. Hah, what am I kidding, no one reads the articles!

Boom Bye Bye

I don\’t know why – Wayne Wonder & Buju

Damian & Ziggy & Buju – I know you don\’t care

Was it all just a dream?

Perhaps it’s the drugs.

Lately, I’ve been having as least one very vivid dream each week. When I awaken, I can remember the details so well that I actually have to question whether or not I actually did teleport myself to Chicago where I met up with an ex who then took me to Joseph Arthur’s house so we could crash there for the night.

Yeah, maybe it is the drugs.

Then, there was the dream where my co-workers and I had to move offices to a more crowded floor, but first, we had to go to a concert in an amphitheater. I can easily remember walking through the grass towards the stage and waiting for the band to perform. There was even an instance in the dream where one of the guys from the band recognized me.

Drugs are good! Mmmkay?!?

No matter their subject, I can’t complain about the dreams, actually. My physical life isn’t nearly as exciting, so I’m glad at least one part of my brain is firing and making sure I have a good time somewhere.