As it happens, DJ/producer Fusion spent some four years writing for black music mag Echoes learning all the ins and outs of the trade without breaking so much as a sweat, never mind his or anyone else’s ass. Fallacy on the otherhand still works as a bouncer. And it’s at this point that we find them, straddling the ever increasing divide between London music and UK garage. Not that this is UK garage, you understand – just that it has Continue Reading
Far from being the self-indulgent clutter of oddsamples from ancient vinyl, bizarre conversations, and the occasional cool beat, this 1997 album is a break from the more serious side of Paul Huston (if you could consider Te Gravediggaz, or, really, anything else he’s done to be overtly somber). I think “Psychoanalysis“ was intended more as a release-valve of sorts for him, a way to entertain some of his funkier fantasies. There’s a very light-hearted feel throughout the seventeen tracks here, Continue Reading
Violins, mandolins and deep flowing intakes of clear fresh air. Hem return to their roots and add something new to an ongoing American narrative. Forget the new Lambchop album. The future’s where you left it. The song, ’Lazy Eye’ draws attention to the hem of the dress of an old, possibly lost love: “There’s a lazy eye that looks at you and sees you the same as before“ As a defining image of the album’s intent both musically and intellectually Continue Reading