Dads can be scary. This is a mix of quite worrying early proto-rave music and acid.
Begins with Earth Leakage Trip – No Idea…the scariest rave tune by far. The doors are where the windows should be…
Tracks:
Earth Leakage Trip – No Idea
Meat Beat Manifesto – Helter Skelter
Kid Unknown – Nightmare (DJC Edit)
Eon – Fear (The Mindkiller)
Fuse – Substance Abuse
Digital Boy – This Is Motherfucker
Sleazy D – I’ve Lost Control
The JAMs – It’s Grim Up North Part 1
Here’s the tune that plays in the Rahaan clip from our Dad Dancing section earlier today. It’s a belter! Get your dad on.
It does go On and On though. The clue is in the title. When I play this (I hesitate to say ‘out’ as most of my DJ gigs are now in the imaginary club inside my head), I have a cue point set up around the beep beep toot toot section so I can jump to it and then loop it for a while. It takes a bit too long to get to that point.
It inspired one of the very first house records, Jesse Saunders On and On, which apparently he created as he’d lost his copy of this.
It appears it was originally released as a bootleg 12″ in 1980.
It’s an edit/mashup of the following tunes:
Munich Machine – Get On The Funk Train
Playback – Space Invaders
Lipps Inc. – Funky Town
Donna Summer – Bad Girls (acapella)
Big thanks to iamelectron for introducing me to this tune and to the Rahaan clip too.
This is one of those classic wee moments that can happen sometimes when you’re DJing.
Here is Rahaan in a sweaty Chicago basement (the best kind of DJ gig). There’s quite a bit of embarrassing dancing – check the guy with dreads doing a toot toot trumpet move at about 5 minutes.
About 4 minutes in the music cuts out during Music Box classic Mach – On & On (simple proto-house tune which is essentially some loops from Funky Town and a space invaders noise – basic but a total killer – a favourite of Ron Hardy).
The crowd keep up with the ‘beep beep – ahhh – toot toot’ acapella style…and when he gets the sound back, Rahaan mixes it in on the beat. And look how crazy the people go, especially the amply proportioned leaping lady screaming like a banshee.
For some reason I haven’t yet posted any hardcore. Here’s one of the first crop of that peculiarly British genre, a turbo-foot dad dancing classic from one hit wonder Lennie De Ice.
It has a bit of a reggae bassline, it has an amen break, it has a hip hop sample saying let me hear you scream – and of course that ‘We are III EEEE’ vocal – bonus points to anyone who can identify the source of that one.
I remember I first had it on a Joey Deacon tape. Not Joey Deacon the famous spastic, this was another Joey Deacon, who I think was the resident at the Ayr Pavilion, and maybe later Hanger 13 which was the same place I think. I remember the mixing was poor, even by the very low standards of 1992, but it had some great tunes on it.
Listening to it on its own, I realise that it works much better as a tool, ie to mix other tunes into – it’s a bit basic. And the sound quality of this mp3 is not the best. The vinyl copy I have sounds even worse. Anyway I plan to include it in one of my dad casts soon with other tunes plastered over it, so you’ll see what I mean.
An old rave flyer yesterday
Most old rave tapes are best left in the dusty glove compartment of ancient history. You think ‘I used to love that tape of DJ Ratbag at the Eclipse’, and thanks to the wonder of the internet, you can now find that old tape. And you discover it’s shit.
This tape from German DJ Tanith is different. Most of the tunes have not really dated, which is quite amazing. It’s once again in that category we seem to be gravitating towards a lot on here, the pre-gabba hardcore Euro techno sound – a lot of it from the lord of doomcore himself Marc Acardipane, who churned out plenty of rubbish, but also released some of the best techno music ever made (see this EP). The MCing is fairly minimal and recorded at a sensible level. The mixing is endearingly shoddy, just banging the tunes in without beatmatching. You wouldn’t really get away with that nowadays, which is a shame, since playing actual good tunes is a lot more important than clever knob twiddling. A lot of people forget that. The sound quality is quite muffled, though.
PS: Here’s some discussion on a forum frequented by a lot of techno dad types who were actually at this rave in various states of disrepair.
PPS: the other side of the tape is now available too – you should probably listen to that first. Features The Producer and the beginning of the Tanith mix. The Producer can beatmatch properly too, as an added bonus.
Some hippies yesterday
Dancing to Hawkwind can be especially embarrassing. It’s the kind of dad dancing you might do at 5am with headphones turned up very loud after everyone has gone to bed. For a lot of techno dads that’s the only kind of dancing.
This is the best 10 minutes of the BBC Four Hawkwind doc from a couple of years back. Lemmy’s stories are classic, especially the one about being left in a service station and having to hitch across the state of Michigan in the middle of the night while tripping. Hawkwind really did pioneer the whole sensory overload thing. It had been done before by Floyd but they took it to another level, and there was a darkness to Hawkwind largely absent from other hippy shite thanks to Lemmy’s speed freak influence.
Here’s my own personal favourite Hawkwind jam, it’s Master Of The Universe from Space Ritual…Do a little dance if you like.
Another dad dancing classic from the Benelux axis. It’s definitely on the cheesy side, and goes in the same pre-gabba bucket as Sperminator. I was actually quite disappointed when gabba sped up around 1993 cos I loved the sounds they were making, but I like dancing, and you literally cannot dad dance to music faster than about 135bpm. You can only really jump up and down. Which isn’t dancing.
Mind you I can dance to drum n bass which is like 170bpm. Maybe I just never figured out how to dance to it.
This ticks quite a few of Techno Dads’ little ravey boxes. Massive riffs – check. Enormous kick drum – check. Crowd noise – check. Apache whoop section – check.
Bob Mortimer yesterday
This is a cack masterpiece from the famous man-boobed folk duo, but it’s the instrumental version of Brimful of Asha by Cornershop that really does the damage.
Wevie Stonder based their entire act on this one sketch. Probably.
SIDCUP!
Thanks Gareth for providing this photo – original artwork from an NME advert – from before Photoshop when it was all done with glue
It’s Grim Up North is possibly the best KLF tune (albeit actually by the JAMMs) – though What Time is Love? is more of a party favourite. And it’s true. It is grim up north. I’d quite like to do a Fife version: ‘It’s shite in Fife’, listing places like Puddledub, Burntisland and Kingskettle in a Fife accent, since I’m from Fife.
This was actually a remake – there was a limited release with Pete Wylie on vocals before this…but this is the best version.
A combination of simple but clever ideas: the siren-ish sound (which I think is probably the shift-change hooter you hear in’t mill); the list of northern towns; the rolling industrial techno; and the Jerusalem ending – all thrown together to make a true dad dancing classic.
Dungaree man yesterday
This demonstrates pretty much every conceivable variety of dad dancing. My personal favourite is the turbo foot dance that always seems to be perpetrated by blokes with bobs, but there are loads. So many freaky dancers busting total comedy moves. The black guy in the yellow top at 2:37. Yellow hat dungaree man at 1:03.
What really stands out – apart from the amount of men with long hair – is the enthusiasm. And dungarees. And the variety of people obviously having a fantastic time while wearing straw hats, despite the flagrant disregard for health and safety legislation. It all looks so civilised.
Thanks to Flore for reminding me of this classic clip.
All filler no killer - 100% dadcore. Honesty pays no bills.
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