Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Laurent Garnier - Acid Eiffel

The maestro Laurent Garnier is back in the New York area on Saturday, January 21, 2012. More info here.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Sasha - Mixmag Covermount CD (Nov. 2011)



Tracklist:

1. Sasha - Ushuaia Flight Path
2. Todd Terje - Snooze for love (version/orig)
3. Maceo Plex - Cant Leave you
4. SmashTV - Steroids to Heaven
5. Tahloula - We play House
6. Mario & Vidis - Changed (soulclap)
7. Todd Terje - Ragysh
8. Scuba - Adrenalin
9. Rik Wolding - Disco Pussy (Tale of us)
10. P Kalkbrenner - Gutes Nitzwerk
11. Rone - So So So
12. Scuba - Never
13. Sasha - Nightpath

Manik - She Watches Me (The Revenge Remix)

Out today:

Manik : She Watches Me (The Revenge Remix) by The Revenge

Sublime - Get Out!

Version from the first pressing of the album, forced to be removed because it used an uncleared Led Zeppelin sample (probably amongst other samples as well).

Friday, November 18, 2011

Gabriel Ananda - Smash (Live Version)

This is massive. Makes me want to wave my hands in the air...like I just don't care...

DJ Buck - Make It Hot

This track just popped into my brain. One of my favorite producers, I used to cane the poop out of this choon:

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Steve Bug - Trees Can't Dance (Deetron Remix)

Sister Sledge - Lost In Music (The Revenge Rework)

Chakachas 'Jungle Fever' (Greg Wilson edit)

Chakachas 'Jungle Fever' (greg wilson edit) by gregwilson

Chakachas ‘Jungle Fever’ (greg wilson edit)

99 bpm

Previously limited vinyl only 2010.

Following on from last week’s Crystal Grass upload, here’s the track that appeared on the other side of GW Ruff Edits #4, ‘Jungle Fever’ by Chakachas (aka ‘Belgian Jungle’), a deliciously wicked downtempo groove that’s been described as ‘one of the first Disco records’. Somewhat bizarrely, this was a Latin combo from Belgium, who’d been recording since the 50’s. Chakachas (or The Chakachas, as there name also appeared) were certainly unlikely Disco pioneers, but ‘Jungle Fever’ became a UK Top 30 hit in 1972, and would no doubt have climbed much higher had it not been pulled off the BBC airwaves because the sighs and heavy breathing were deemed too risqué for the British public’s sensibilities (Donna Summer’s ‘Love To Love You Baby’ still more than 3 years away). However, it was in the US where it found its greatest success – a massive hit, it reached #8 on the US Pop chart, and #11 R&B, selling a million copies in the process.

As with Crystal Grass, the reason I edited it was purely to extend the length, adding over 2 minutes to the original version. The first time I remember playing it out was at Café Mambo in Ibiza in 2009, which was also the first mix I ever uploaded to SoundCloud:

CAFE MAMBO IBIZA 27.09.09 (greg wilson live mix) by gregwilson

Greg Wilson – November 2011

Monday, November 14, 2011

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Big Daddy Kane - Raw '91



"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!" -> Chuck D
"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.."

[Kane]
Here I am, R-A-W
A terrorist, here to bring trouble to
phony MC's, I move on and seize
I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease
Cause I'm at my apex and others are below
Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo
Second to none, making MC's run
So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one
I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol
And they know it, so I don't see why you all
try to front, perpetratin a stunt
when you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt
I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi
To stage a rage is what rap did to me
To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem
Cold rock a party, until the A.M.
I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle
While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a
little rhyme with authority, superiority
And captivate the whole crowd's majority
The rhymes I use definitely amuse
Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues
I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw
Cause I get RAW!

"R-A-W" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)

[Kane]
Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with
a strong song as long as you groove to this
I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped
Do damage on stage and injure the mic
As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff
While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif
Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss
The rap soloist - you don't want none of this
Supreme in this era, I reign with terror
When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a
fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them
So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem
Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro
An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no
problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough
Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off
Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip
They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped
But my apparatus is up to status
Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static
to make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head
Put it to bed, so watch what's said
Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone
Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone
I get ill and kill at will
Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill
Just stand still and chill as I build
Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!
"R-A-W" -- don't even get up
Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!

"Help me!" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)

[Kane]
The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach
the blind to find their way from A to Z
and be the most and boast the loudest rap
again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)
The heat is on, so feel the fire
come off the empire, all the more higher
Level of depth, one step beyond dope
The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE
cause I never let em on top of me
I play em out like a game of Monopoly
Let em speed around the board like an astro
Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go
Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff
but it still ain't loud enough
So let the volume increase, never to cease
I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease
Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed
Code red cause the rhymes is bein said
by the Asiatic printer of raw poetry
No hints or clues, you all know it's me
I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound
profound it's bound to go down, UHH
A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout
My comp should just drop out
Cause none of them can see me
I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe
I get RAW!