Tuesday, November 5th, 2013

Fatboy Slim, Riva Starr & Beardyman – Eat Sleep Rave Repeat (Calvin Harris remix)

Dragged back into relevance by Calvin Harris. Lucky Norman!


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Alfred Soto: So nice to have the title do the work of reviewing for you!
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Scott Mildenhall: Oh Norman, what happened? One of the most successfully multi-faceted musicians Britain has to offer, now releasing standard-issue bosh of the aggressive and really not fun variety, admittedly courtesy of Calvin Harris, whose remix doesn’t really resemble the original, with an obnoxious vocal that, coming from whom is actually delivering it, must be some kind of satire. There’s a brief moment where it flips out and faintly recalls “Everybody Needs A 303”, but that’s just a fleeting glimpse of a former glory.
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Anthony Easton: The pound of this is gorgeous, squishier and more refractive, smarter and more corporeal than much EDM. It is also funny.
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Crystal Leww: You can hate on Calvin Harris all you want for being uncool or cloying or obvious, but you can’t tell me that there weren’t like four or five singles off of 18 Months that were pure fire. This remix of “Eat Sleep Rave Repeat” was dropped at the Halloween party that I was at, and I’ve never seen a dancefloor go more completely stupid bonkers over four words in my life.
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Patrick St. Michel: Could have been a decent bit of Garageband rave music — if a high schooler made this, they would get quite the superlative come yearbook time! — but oh lord that dialogue in here is so dumb.
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Brad Shoup: Once so good at cut-and-paste, Mr. Cook offers an original shaggy-punter tale transposed to Middle America. Harris sees his American moron and raises him LMFAO. If you squint, the title could be sendup of that bygone era when British producers were constantly buying vowels. (Well, just the one.) Or it’s a 50-year-old DJ’s dream-journal equivalent of “for sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
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Katherine St Asaph: “Suddenly I think I’m telling a story — but I’m not.” Cool story, bro. But it’s not.
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Daniel Montesinos-Donaghy: The original “Eat Sleep Rave Repeat” is the type of old-fashioned doodle that used to close out an album, where the relaxed hosts and artists twiddle about while letting a friend free-associate to his heart’s desire. It is a self-indulgent piece, but one that’s infectious (at least the first time round) because of its stoner-humour scramble. Fatboy Slim and Riva Starr are simply happy to be around Beardyman, which is sweet. It is , however, still very self-indulgent. Calvin Harris tries to carry slithers of the song into his internationally renowned bump, which is flawed on two levels: (1) nobody can make a simple straight-ahead banger out of aggressively discursive materials and (2) hearing Harris find his way around dumbing down a dumb experiment feels like an exercise in futility. Would you really want to grant a ramble an appeal to self-referentiality?
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Will Adams: The humorless original gets a massive boost in this remix, which knowingly tosses subtlety in favor of an arrangement that can’t evoke anything but 2013. The dazed spitballing of our narrator would be completely absurd were it not for its associative nature and the final twist in the second verse: “suddenly I think I’m telling a story — but I’m not.” In theory, it’s musical commentary in its highest form. In practice, I can’t imagine dancing to this, but the hook is trying its hardest to prove otherwise.
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Iain Mew: United Kingdom of whatever.
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