Brit Hop And Amyl House

Envelope card sleeve with foldout insert + coaster. The DJ Mix by Tom Rowlands is not 100% clear, but info on the net and in interviews given by him justifies a credit. Sleeve notes as written by Robin Turner: "The late '80s. The country is caught up in the evil grip of Acid House. E's are good, E's are good, "pump up London", it's an age of love, you know the score. There's football hoolies & goate'ed beatniks & mad queens all dancing under the same roof to the same beat. One nation under a groove, labelled "dance music". Back then, all it took was four four beat & a 303; a smiley face shirt & a sweat soaked warehouse; a bag of decent doves & a pair of white gloves. Cut to now, how things have changed. Spiralling and warping faster, dance music twists itself into all manner of weirdness, eventually becoming the mainstream. The underground gets more far out with names & styles changing weekly. Breakbeat & hardcore becomes jungle, progressive house becomes "intelligent" techno. Everything starts to get theorised and dissected by dull intellectuals. Suddenly, even the hippies are accepted again. You can fuck that right off for a start... What about music for all the party people who don't want to go home and get stoned and listen to "abstract head music"? Music for people who don't think, they just dance? We're talking nitrates on wax, music made up of big fuck off freakbeat breaks, dirty great riffs from mad old '70s synths that are bust up and sellotaped back together, records that sounds like grown men clanging on petrol tanks, all lo-fi poses with hi-fi noises... Music that gets played in backrooms of clubs and basements of pubs, at all night sessions back at someone's house after the boozer has shut, in speeding cars shooting up the motorway towards some daft Mecca ballroom up North... The scene - remember the first time you got slaughtered, all spinning rooms, pissing yourself laughing for hours. Remember your first blast of amyl in the back of a chemistry class or in youth club after school? Remember jumping up & down like a lunatic, losing 5 stone just from dancing? Ever found yourself in a sweatbox while pummelling hip hop beats, fat as fuck techno and anthemic rock & roll blare out of a crappy sound system. You're popping away, climbing onto the bar, piggy back races up & down the stage wobbling & shaking to the bass as you get stupid. Maybe you just saw the boy or girl of your dreams. Maybe you just proposed to them. Maybe you just heard Craig Mack or "Chemical Beats" then you felt the holy shiver down your spine when someone dropped "Live Forever" or "La Tristesse Durera". Maybe you just heard the most exciting DJs in the country, stuck in a dive of a pub. You're listening to people, to chancers, who can't mix records together & no one gives a flying fuck. The DJs are doing amyl behind the decks, there's a couple having it away in the corner, someone's just got in a car to drive to Devon to go cow pushing for the weekend. A NIGHT IN FRONT OF THE BIG SPEAKERS This is music that began underground (literally) and has bust out big style - you've got "Leave Home" on the Top 40 show & that geezer with the daft white dreads has just done Top Of The Pops. It's not about electronic easy listening music or ambient trip hop by numbers, it's not about chin stroking stoner music. This is dance music, music that makes you jump around until you can't jump no more... maybe it's a generation thing, but to me this about feeling good, getting high. It's a rush." -- Robin Turner Track 3 is the rare instrumental version of “Dirt”, though uncredited on this release.