I would recommend "Hot Pants" as it doesn't mess around with the original too much, probably as it is more guitar riff based than percussion. Tracks 4&5 sound alright as well. The rest add a loud bangin' beat and call it a remix.
This mix is not for the faint of heart, so all you groovy geezers take it easy with this one, and let the Daptone crew guide you through a soulful journey of some of our favorite party starters, and late night movers.
Get ready, cause we're gonna swing folks. There's a Happening going down in Bushwick, and we here at Daptone Records would like to share it with you. You don't have to be hip, but… more »
It used to be easier to pretend that an album was its own perfectly self-contained artifact. The great records certainly feel that way. But albums are more permeable than solid, their motivations, executions and inspirations informed by, and often stolen from, their peers and forbearers. It all sounds awfully formal, but it's not. It's the very nature of music — of art, even. The Six Degrees features examine the relationships between classic records and five… more »
After Elvis went into the Army and before the British Invasion, the years 1958-63 were rock's forgotten years. But they were the years that shaped the musical tastes of baby boomers and of acts from the Beatles and Rolling Stones to Bruce Springsteen and the Ramones. Hear the dance sensations, the one-hit-wonders, the girl groups and doo-wop singers, surfers and rockabilly twangers, the birth of Motown, the evolution of R&B into soul and so much… more »
Every James Brown show began with a hypeman introducing the star of the show, rattling off a list of his latest hits and heroic epithets: "Mr. Dynamite! The amazing Mr. 'Please, Please 'himself! He's universally known as Soul Brother Number One!" That may have put the case too mildly. He toured and recorded ceaselessly for half a century; in the decade bookended by 1965's genre-redefining "Papa's Got a Brand New Bag" and 1974's zeitgeist-assessing "Funky… more »
It used to be easier to pretend that an album was its own perfectly self-contained artifact. The great records certainly feel that way. But albums are more permeable than solid, their motivations, executions and inspirations informed by, and often stolen from, their peers and forbearers. It all sounds awfully formal, but it's not. It's the very nature of music — of art, even. The Six Degrees features examine the relationships between classic records and five… more »
It used to be easier to pretend that an album was its own perfectly self-contained artifact. The great records certainly feel that way. But albums are more permeable than solid, their motivations, executions and inspirations informed by, and often stolen from, their peers and forbearers. It all sounds awfully formal, but it's not. It's the very nature of music — of art, even. The Six Degrees features examine the relationships between classic records and five… more »
It used to be easier to pretend that an album was its own perfectly self-contained artifact. The great records certainly feel that way. But albums are more permeable than solid, their motivations, executions and inspirations informed by, and often stolen from, their peers and forbearers. It all sounds awfully formal, but it's not. It's the very nature of music — of art, even. The Six Degrees features examine the relationships between classic records and five… more »
This album probably seemed like a good idea at the time — after all, James Brown has made some of the world’s most danceable music, so why not remix its inherent funkiness for the rave generation? Well, because it doesn’t need it, that’s why. But these 12 tracks do just that, with a handful of largely unknown producers taking many of the Godfather of Soul’s greatest hits, adding relentlessly throbbing house beats, pushing the legend’s charismatic vocals into the background, and reducing his amazing horn section to mere rhythmic punctuation. The results aren’t as awful as they are totally unnecessary, and while a song or two might put a brief smile on your face when slipped subtly into a mix at your next rave, it’s not the sort of thing you’d want to listen to straight through. – Bret Love