Butterfly Crush (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} crushzine) wrote,@ 2006-04-18 10:18:00 |
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THOMAS SCHUMACHER, Lust 12"
While it is not difficult to think of less predictable and uninspiring propositions than a dance track based on the bassline of 'Billie Jean' - which the German Schumacher has roughly snatched, filtered and looped - I can't deny that the cleverness of this relentless record is such that my turntable's stylus had in fact traversed very little of its surface before consciousness of that sample's provenance was permitted to slip towards the back of my mind.
If 'Lust' is looked on as conservative dancefloor fodder, then, it is at least a saliently superior example of its type, setting in motion its famous Jackson groove amidst the noise of a train station before letting it go steaming through long, dark tunnels of rhythmic percussive effects - almost losing it in the process - while lascivious whisperings and austere knells of techno complete its voyage in sound.
The Base Twelve mix which backs it goes one better by interjecting samples of 'Dis Poem' by Rastafarian bard Mutabaruka, whose playing with the Word/Flesh divide and evocation of world-spirit are complemented by soft, spiritual organ chords to add a dimension of the divine to the libidinous drive of Schumacher's original mix. Readers au fait with the use of that same spoken-word source by Bobby Konders's Massive Sounds for 'The Poem,' a classic NYC deep house track of the late 1980s, ought to be intrigued to lend their ears to this more than respectable companion piece.
While it is not difficult to think of less predictable and uninspiring propositions than a dance track based on the bassline of 'Billie Jean' - which the German Schumacher has roughly snatched, filtered and looped - I can't deny that the cleverness of this relentless record is such that my turntable's stylus had in fact traversed very little of its surface before consciousness of that sample's provenance was permitted to slip towards the back of my mind.
If 'Lust' is looked on as conservative dancefloor fodder, then, it is at least a saliently superior example of its type, setting in motion its famous Jackson groove amidst the noise of a train station before letting it go steaming through long, dark tunnels of rhythmic percussive effects - almost losing it in the process - while lascivious whisperings and austere knells of techno complete its voyage in sound.
The Base Twelve mix which backs it goes one better by interjecting samples of 'Dis Poem' by Rastafarian bard Mutabaruka, whose playing with the Word/Flesh divide and evocation of world-spirit are complemented by soft, spiritual organ chords to add a dimension of the divine to the libidinous drive of Schumacher's original mix. Readers au fait with the use of that same spoken-word source by Bobby Konders's Massive Sounds for 'The Poem,' a classic NYC deep house track of the late 1980s, ought to be intrigued to lend their ears to this more than respectable companion piece.
