Thursday, October 15th, 2009

Duck Sauce – aNYway

House + scratching = condiments. Apparently…


Martin Skidmore: A team-up of two favourites of mine, and they are staying in Armand Van Helden’s territory, with a muscular, pumping house sound added to a decent old disco number. I wish there were some of A-Trak’s stupendous scratching on this, but every time the mighty bassline comes in (too infrequently), I kind of fall in love with it.

Ian Mathers: It’s kind of surprising to hear A-Trak and Armand Van Helden turn out what seems at first like pretty anonymous disco house, but there’s a warmth to the throwback sample and the arrangement they’ve got going here that more than makes up for the track’s lack of anything approaching innovation or excitement. This is simple fare done exceedingly well, like good home cooking.

Chuck Eddy: Pretty funky for electronica — no huge surprise, given A-Trak’s and Armand Van Helden’s histories. I want to snip “now all it needs is a damn song,” but I know that lots of great early disco was just as chant-like. It just wasn’t this sterile.

Doug Robertson: Armand van Helden can come up with this sort of thing in his sleep and, if it wasn’t for the fact that the would have been woken up by the spasmodic involuntary leg movements that this sort of thing causes, you could easily believe that he did.

Alex Macpherson: Could do without the video making it so clear just how much of a pastiche it is. Van Helden is enough of a populist that you never quite mind his grabs at obviousness, but given that “aNYway” is functional but no more in the first place, it feels as though you’re being rather sold short.

Edward Okulicz: Slick, enjoyable disco with no edge but a production smooth enough to glide over the floor to if you pay attention to that, and a bassline that sticks for days even if you don’t.

Kat Stevens: When everyone started talking about “funky house” last year I thought they meant something like this: Bar Med handbag tripe with Dettol-clean basslines and sickly-sweet “feelgood” vocals. Thank god I was mistaken — I owe an emphatic apology to the funky genre and anyone associated with it. One point awarded for the intro, which frustratingly promises something much harsher and beat-driven than the teeth-clenching guitar jangle it delivers.

Anthony Easton: I want it to be done long, repetitive, and slow, with a cheap metaphor, and a semi androgynous growl; I want it fast and pounding, lurid, and only sexy in the most clinical of ways; I want it to be sort of like Grace Jones’ “Pull Up to the Bumper”, but I know how awesome that is, and it might not happen.

Alfred Soto: Armand Van Helden’s work on Dizzee Rascal’s latest treats his client like Hector Elizondo did Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman: he showed him when to use a salad fork and how to shop on Rodeo Drive. This track is strictly nostalgia — a mix you would have heard at the Paradise Garage before sunrise sandwiched between Phreek and David George. Not the kind of thing you own, but welcome while still tweeking.

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