Album Review: Stacey Jackson / ‘Live It Up’ (3Big Records)

Stacey Jackson Live It Up

★☆☆☆☆

Not a lot of guile has gone into this grab of handbag, ritzy house. No doubt a decent set of AutoTune-free dance floor pipes media-schooled Jackson has on her, but the track set up verges on professional studio rental allowing access to a handful of presets, making an EDM hobby outside of her regular schedule.

The influences are glaring: first track “Pointing Fingers” nicks a Niche bassline mixed with K-Klass’ “Rhythm is a Mystery.” The less said about the cover of Whitesnake’s “Is This Love,” the better — Europe beware. There’s genuine surprise when Snoop Dogg turns up on the title track, before you remember he’d probably turn up to the opening of an envelope nowadays (and yes, he spells his name out). “Fun” is lyrically puny and dives headfirst into a vat of cheese, even by today’s vacuous dance standards, and “Take Me Out” reeks of Geri Halliwell’s “Ride It” with its disco switch-up, while the downturn “You Get In Your Own Way” sounds like an arty attempt at Madonna’s “The Power of Goodbye”. “You Give Me Everything” completes another twofer of J-Lo’s “Waiting for Tonight” and Angel City’s “Love Me Right”.

Concepts of independence and girls just wanna have fun, clash with the need to avoid being alone. There’s a lot of indisputable crossover, daytime radio and TV potential (and a lot made of Jackson being a forty-something mother of four), but everything is painfully, at times excruciatingly generic.

File under: Geri Halliwell, Cascada, Jenna Maroney

Compilation Review: ‘SUB:STANCE 072008 072013’ (SUB: STANCE)

substance-072008-072013

★★★★☆

Do not call your band, album, label or product “substance” if you don’t have the goods to back it up. Snide reviewers will have a field day with readymade puns if it’s not up to the mark. For those fretting at having these frighteners put on them, this seven-track, 5th anniversary vinyl boxset has long held the upper hand. Its original concept of bringing UK bass to techno-centric Berghain means Sub:stance has never shirked from the belief of bridging the gaps of electronica under one roof.

Twists of the techno doctrine from names that sum up the veneration of the Sub:stance party, impart steely determination, an electricity in the air signalling quiet before the sky erupts, leaving breath bated before you can take one anxious gulp. Trevino’s “Tracer”, with jet engine bass ominously prepared for takeoff, sets about stomping season kicked off by Appleblim, snapping Scuba’s electro keyboard stacker “August” over its knee. SCB’s “Closer” keeps a copy of “Energy Flash” under its pillow as robo stalkers get their eye in, while John Osborn’s “All Night Long” cannot function without listening to “Voodoo Ray” before it goes about its 9-5 of synth helixes.

Addison Groove manipulates a classic hardcore vocal around stop-start bass hits to the future’s backside, and the only minor disappointment is Martyn’s tribal worker “Memory Hole”, that hints at kicking in but is more about sustenance than striking out.

File under: Pearson Sound, 2562, Shackleton

Compilation Review: ‘Shlomi Aber Live from Sankey’s Ibiza’ (Be As One)

Shlomi Aber Live from Sankey's Ibiza

★★★☆☆

After a lot of dusky jabbing and skipping round in circles, Shlomi Aber’s Sankey’s campaign brings deep house that progressively lands more punches. Guiding you with block coverage of bass that bobs and weaves above skippy percussion and sub-techno deals (Macromism’s “Cavalier”), the Israeli’s Ibiza soak is heavy enough to take it out of the chatty, by-the-bar sphere of insignificance, despite there being a lot of bluster behind the scenes without much interaction going on up top. Away from the spinner’s own “Foolish Games,” which still doesn’t really have an Ibizan vocal to embrace despite trying to do a Dennis Ferrer, and an odd Sly Stallone monologue appearing on Fideles’ “Stop the Basement,” it’s a unspeaking set for overcrowded, low ceilinged affairs. All the while, Shlomi taking his time doesn’t want the involvement of slow coach socialisers, and your flip-flops best not fail you.

Overlong as the build up feels, Aber reaches a great pounding climax with Marco Faraone trying to shoo away impending sunrise turning Chicago days into Detroit nights. You’ll still have enjoyed his looking out from the top end of the thermostat, despite a middle period you may find sapping from an already pretty fan-seeking foundation. Yaya’s “Dawara” puts the mix into a tribal twist, enlivened by Chester Code & Frankie Howland’s “Mountain Dance” riding a big dipper and garage scholar Luca Agnelli twitching his way funkily into the final straight.

File under: Alci, Bimas, Francisco Allendes

Album Review: Sam Thomas / ‘Blind Theatre’ (Just Music)

Sam Thomas Blind Theatre

★★★☆☆

Prog-rock attitude does folk-inflected, digitally bolstered instrumentalism; Sam Thomas uses his conductor’s baton as both scythe and soother for his debut theatrical spectacle. Not following a particular plot but giving 12 chapters of shyness turned lavish, emotional highs and lows rush from the ingrained knowledge of auditorium ascendancy that comes from being the rebel son of an opera singer.

Swaying like a summer breeze on “Internal Ether,” Thomas’ opportunism and musicianship humbly holds destiny in its own hands, allowing for plenty of guitar wielding and frantic drum rolls on the threshold of indulgent solos in leather trousers. The subsequent “I’m Gonna Be A Witch” sounds like it’s struggling to get out of bed, before enchantment swirls around and becomes a soaring performance underscored by child dialogue and more screeching axes that jolt the fuggy-headed stupor on a stairway to heaven – nearly ten minutes of emotional range, the six string funk and boogie three quarters in particularly wicked.

Though the subject may appear a confused brainstorm, the longer the music has to think, the greater opening of expressive floodgates. “Ojera” comes to rest as a chillout standard, but just when “Lanterns” seems to have stemmed the tide, a crashing aftershock bites, leaving final act “Isis” to make you wonder whether it was all a dream in the first place. Sometimes it’s a little difficult to determine which chapter is which, though by the same means Thomas’ talent maintains impeccable ebb and flow throughout.

File under: God Speed You! Black Emperor, Mogwait, Pink Floyd