Essential Listening: Dance Hall Style – Horace Andy (1982)

Spending too much time on Boomkat can become a negative. It engenders the blasé materialism Chairman Mao so loathed in Revisionists. Just look at them new shiny vinyl records, the sharp edges of the sleeves, think of that intoxicating factory chemical smell when the cling film’s removed for the first time, and how having shelves full of them will impress yer mates. You know it’s true, because vinyl’s exceedingly sophisticated, isn’t it? I’m talking The Louvre, Tolstoy, Alice Coltrane, sub-titled movies and Japanese minimalist decor levels of sophistication here. And no wonder, vinyl boasts an irresistible combination: a timeless aesthetic and sharp but earthy acoustics. Sure, like anything that’s sophisticated it’s liable to be expensive, so it’s infinitely more sensible to collect vinyl casually, but owning a sizeable collection states, unequivocally, you’re an aficionado, committed not only to maintenance of the records and the turntable, but that you’re a more discerning listener too.

Sadly modernity has made vinyl a deeply impractical conduit for music. Skipping tracks requires getting out of your seat. There are no playlists for your favourite songs. All of the medium’s impracticalities and incompatibility with modern attitudes make it the ultimate test of a record’s worth. Are you prepared to listen to all of it?

But in this era of instantaneous hedonism and convenience adhering to an archaic discipline, or any kind of discipline for that matter, isn’t easy. Peruse Boomkat’s Classics or Future Classics pages and you can become overwhelmed. There are so many great records to choose from and not enough time to choose astutely. Knowledge married with self-control is required to avoid arbitrary excess. Without it, you end up ‘browsing’, which serves as a pre-emptive euphemism for being skint. In the worst case scenario this is a result of buying vinyl records you might not listen to enough – one of the few unforgivable forms of decadence.

However, this form of perilous tangential wandering is exactly how I came to learn that Dance Hall Style had been reissued. I was browsing for some Basic Channel dub stuff that I knew had been reissued, and because their work is influenced by Jamaican dub and roots, it made sense that Dance Hall Style would appear as a recommended or similar purchase.

Contextually, for many millennials (a deeply disparaging term which I’ve come to adore), the album title could be mis-leading. As part of the dub foundation canon Dance Hall Style, with its soundsystem staple of bass, strings, overdubs and organ, is true Dancehall, and is the antithesis of the ghastly (mainly) mainstream, sequencing by numbers, fraudulent autotune festooned shite that’s commandeered the Dancehall genre. There are exceptions found among this undesirable evolution, and while the influences of Dizzie Rascal’s gentrified grime and Deadmau5’s cynically commercial and KISS FM ready electronica are abysmally abortive in a vacuum, such influences have turned Dancehall into a broad church. Throw in some re-issues and this potentially increases the chances of more folk discovering, and better yet deciphering, what an authentic dub and riddum album is.

I suspect many will be familiar with Horace Andy’s work, given the distinctiveness of his voice, without knowing who he is. He has perforated the mainstream in collaborations, as a guest vocalist for Massive Attack, and has served as a cultural inspiration for many, including Basic Channel, and a slew of reggae artists.

It’s easy to see why he’s so revered by those at the cultural apex of the music industry. On Dance Hall Style themes of dysphoria, rejection, conflict and displacement contravene yet sit seamlessly alongside riddum’s psychedelic cornucopia. Andy’s falsetto voice entrances with a soothing Jamaican inflection, but towards the conclusion on ‘Lonely Woman’ it’s weaponised by fragmenting harmoniously alongside overdubs and bass reverbs to match the darker and cynical psyche of the subject. This congruence of voice and harmony eventually morphs into a faded distortion, as though an alien cyborg is singing in the bath in-between submerging its head under the water.

Speaking of being an alien, ‘Spying Glass’ is the album’s standout classic, not only for its seamless organ and string overlays, but its tale of paranoia at migrating from the anonymity offered by home, where Rastafarian culture is universally endemic, to a foreign land that’s curiously invasive, due to its obliviousness to Jamaican culture and mores. Living under scrutiny from an uninformed source is a parable we can all sympathise with even if we’ve never truly experienced it.

This reissue doesn’t have ‘Eating Mess’, which in retrospect would’ve been a more fitting thematic inclusion that ‘Let’s Live in Love’. Certain copies do carry it, and either way it’s well worth tracking down as a digital aside. While it’s still politicised, ‘Let’s Live in Love’ works as a Cliffian counterpoint to the iconoclastic ‘Cuss Cuss’ and lamenting the inconsistency of black spirituality and a lack of focus on continued forms of oppression and discrimination on ‘Stop The Fuss’.

Money, money, money is the root of all evil, is an understandable, but, given Dance Hall Style’s resuscitation, inaccurate musing. Sure, it’s true, money can’t buy you happiness and chasing it can trap you into a life you never intended to lead. Conversely, if used wisely, or in my case unwittingly, it can acquire knowledge, even taste. Remember, the repetitiveness of mediocrity is its own evil and reissues of quality material are the antidote. No chance of a vinyl record sitting idle here, this one’s a sound investment.

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Song Of The Day – Kin Tama by Tommy Mandel

From the compilation album/reissue ‘Mellow Magic’ (2018)

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Song Of The Day – Over and Over by Sylvester

From the album ‘Sylvester’ (1977)

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The Premier League Preview 2018/19

And so another season in the Premier League.

This one has arrived quickly, with a foreboding urgency. The combination of the World Cup stifling the transfer market for five weeks, and the transfer window in England ending before the season starts, drastically condensed the time clubs had to shape their squads.

Amazingly, the Premier League clubs have voluntarily placed themselves at a serious competitive disadvantage with other European leagues. This summer the English transfer window closed on the ninth of August, while most clubs in Europe have until the thirty-first of August to buy players. English clubs can still sell players to foreign clubs, but won’t be able to buy a replacement. It’s akin to a Marathon runner shooting themselves in the foot at the start line.

Why was this implemented? And in a World Cup year too? The Premier League’s financial success has bred arrogance among its members that adopting more contrarian ideas will work because privatising and rebranding the top division did over twenty years ago.

It’s also a cynical attempt to maintain the Premier League’s contentious reputation as radical and collegiate. As someone once said, you can either cheat, be smarter or be first. The Premier League clubs believe that being first is being smarter, and it shares a synergy with the haughty, spiteful, jingoistic dogma that made Brexit seem like a good idea – ‘Fuck their rules. Let’s make up our own, even if it doesn’t work, at least it’s ours! Ours are better! We’re better, you cants!’ It’s an unnecessary, ill-informed step into the unknown, with its success (or failure) to be dictated by envy. If you didn’t know you’d reasonably assume that most Premier League clubs are owned by Brexiteers. So why don’t John Dyson and that tit-rifle who owns the awful Gastroenteritispub chain Wetherspoons buy themselves a middle of the road Premier League club? You’ll never qualify for Europe anyway lads. No need to worry about exporting to Slovakia, Belgium, Austria or Denmark if you own Crystal Palace or Bournemouth.

Speaking of mediocrity, the league is now, more than ever, firmly divided into two sections – the haves and the have-nots. This fissure is widening, and it makes me question whether the Premier League’s even distribution of television and prize money is working as intended.

The other fourteen clubs, yes, that’s the number of have-nots, are all potential relegation candidates. There is no midtable mediocrity anymore. Stoke City, relegated last season, had been in the Premier League for a decade, are an example, in any given season, that any of these clubs – through a combination of mismanaging their transfer activity, suffering a cluster of injuries, or hiring the wrong manager and failing to sack him in time – are susceptible to the drop.

Another woeful result of the Premier League’s fair distribution of wealth is the hyperinflation of players to laughable London house price levels. It hasn’t closed the gap with the haves, as the have-nots, at best, are paying more in transfer fees and wages for the same mediocre stuff. At worst they’re paying more to get less, see – Richarlison to Everton, fee could rise to £50m. Fucking. Hell. On Toast. Still, the restraint (relative to last summer) being displayed by many of the middle and lower tier Premier League clubs has enormous educational value for us all, as it’ll be symptomatic of our weekly post-Brexit shops.

Should the likes of Burnley have the same financial opportunity to succeed as Manchester United? We live in an era of oligarch owners. Financial Fair Play is a mirage. Parity, and its associated notion of fairness, is a lie. Personally I see the current division of revenue as grossly unfair to the six haves. They’re the clubs who generate the Premier League’s immense commercial revenues, not the Premier League brand. Southampton versus Watford, nobody cares. Liverpool versus Manchester City, half of Asia will be watching.

Now if that makes me a football Tory, then so be it. Football isn’t important, it’s also a business and it and businesses aren’t fair anyway. Hey, it’s not as though I’m proposing to axe child benefit for single mums, demanding nurses and firemen have their wages cut, while Amazon is afforded another tax loophole.

Also not important is the order in which the have-nots will finish. So I won’t bother with them. Three of them will be relegated, which, in my opinion, isn’t enough. Here’s how the top six will shake out – at least I was right about Manchester City winning the league last year;

Thursday Night Wankers:

6th – Arsenal

Stan Kroenke’s slated takeover foretells more misery for Arsenal, as his American sports franchises tend to wallow in profitable mediocrity. It feels like Groundhog Day, only sans Wenger. Their summer business was lukewarm water, it targeted long term weaknesses, but the quality of the players themselves and their suitability to Premier League football appears questionable. Aaron Ramsey’s contract is up next summer and you get the sense, as with Alexis Sanchez and Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain, that he’s primed to join a rival for a reduced fee in January or for free next summer.

So when they finish sixth again, and Ramsey fucks off, who gets the blame now that Wenger’s gone? Even if, by the end, according to The Internet Arses, he wasn’t good for anything, he was at least a good punching bag clad in a sleeping bag.

5th – Tottenham Hotspur

Mauri Pochettino called the club’s decision to not buy anyone ‘brave’, what he thinks about it privately is another matter. Personally I vote for ‘stupid’. Even I was astounded that bean counter Levy sanctioned no spending. Maybe we shouldn’t be surprised given the punitive cost of renovating White Hart Lane into a massive toilet bowl. Suitably, relative to expectations, I predict this season will be filled with shite, but at least Harry Kane was top scorer at the World Cup. Nothing screams loser more than claiming phantom touches on a teammates’ goal and cleaving to the importance of winning meaningless individual awards and achievements when you and your team wins fuck all.

Top Four Trophies:

4th – Manchester United

Normally I’d suggest nobody buys Mourinho’s method. His reverse pseudo-psychology through the media would’ve intrigued Marshall McLuhan, but I suspect there’s something to it this time. Seeing two of his biggest professional rivals being treated with such reverence – Guardiola leading City to the league at a canter and with style and the likeability of Liverpool under Jürgen Klopp (and flush with cash to spend) – is clearly irritating him.

Despite his hand-wringing and moaning over a lack of signings and certain players remaining against his wishes, United, to date, haven’t lost anyone significant. But there are genuine reasons for scepticism; Marouane fucking Fellaini’s still around, and most metrics suggest United were unsustainably fortunate last season, thanks largely to David De Gea. They’ll probably need to create more chances and allow fewer attempts at goal to match their point total from last season.

That’s achievable with this squad, but will finishing in the top four be enough for Mourinho to retain his position? And, if he’s as miserable as he appears to be, why on earth would he want it to be?

3rd – Chelsea

I really have no clue how this will play out. They’re going from a pragmatic form of counter attacking Catenaccio to embracing risk with fluid attacking and pressing.

Crucially they’ve given Mauricio Sarri the tools to play his brand of football. Eden Hazard and Willian are still around and a midfield of new signings Jorginho and Mateo Kovacic, paired with N’Golo Kante, looks formidable. Then there’s Cesc Fabregas. He’s never matched the hype he had surrounding him as a kid at Arsenal, but when he’s on song his teams tend to win.

Essentially swapping Courtois for Kepa Arrizabalaga and paying £40m odd to do so looks like an iffy piece of business before the fact, and can Sarri get more out of Alvaro Morata? If he does Chelsea have the talent to challenge.

2nd – Liverpool

They navigated the truncated window efficiently and aimed to fix their biggest weaknesses from last season; composure in midfield and erratic goalkeeping – the two things which were brutally exposed in Kiev.

They will be relentless, and entertaining, and while that matters, ultimately it must amount to something substantial. Klopp’s yet to sustain a challenge for the league and Liverpool hasn’t won a trophy in six years. Rectifying both seems more realistic than overhauling City this season. However, they appear to be the only team, unless Chelsea adapts quickly, who have the talent and intent to test the reigning champions.

Let’s hope they do. Most of the Premier League’s games are meaningless, but nothing makes a season more boring than a non-existent title race.


1st – Manchester City

Guardiola will be under pressure to succeed where City has yet to, and where he hasn’t since his spell at Barcelona, in the Champions League. How will this affect their Premier League campaign? That’s the only question I have. Remember, they finished nineteen points clear of Manchester United last season. A significant regression of ten points puts them on ninety, and no team that’s accrued ninety points has failed to win the title in the Premier League era. The best second place finisher was Manchester United, who reached eighty-nine points and lost on goal difference to City in 2011-12.

They’ll win it again, but let’s hope it’s as uncomfortable and dramatic as their first Premier league title.

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Song Of The Day – Ullyses by Dead Can Dance

From the album ‘The Serpent’s Egg’ (1988)

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