Retrieved December 6, Here, outright sleaze like Jamie Principle's outrageous Prince rip "Baby Wants to Ride" and Hercules' "7 Ways to Jack" rubs elbows with the accidentally avant-garde — see Phuture's "Acid Tracks," 13 mind-warping minutes of an endlessly manipulated bass synth that begat the entire genre of acid house. Dance music has long been characterised by a collective need to push boundaries, to outdo the competition and push things to the next level. Tonally, the mood is impossible to pin down, rooted in a reverb-soaked melancholy but endlessly exploratory and playful, hitting at a kind of gloomy-euphoria that the likes of New Order, Frank Ocean and more recently Yaeji have achieved considerable success with. Some might accuse them of pandering to traditionalists by positioning themselves in the rock world as much as the dance music world, but every act that makes the switch from club DJing to being a touring live act Bicep and Dusky are two recent examples owe a debt to The Chems and this album.
nest...