I'm going to go a few years back. Wind your digital watch back to 1996/1998 (whichever you feel best with).
When HOUSE WAS HOUSE. This is probably one of the more magical songs to come out of that era, not least for its distinctive house beat and not the grungy bullshit that's being churned out these days - the pure deep house that people used to love. Yeah, that's right, you used to love this stuff. Even you chumps who satisfied with whatever the hell was being played on the radio, you loved this stuff. You lapped it up, just as you lapped up the Backstreet (or Backdoor) Boys. And now you've forgotten that love affair entirely and moved on to hiphop.
It's a song about moving on and not looking back. (Ironically, that's what I'm doing here.) This song, as I've said, epitomises everything that was good about house: a good four-to-the-floor beat accompanied by sweeping electronica and very little in the way of harsh computer beeps; mellow, deep lyrics and a mellow, deep voice to go with it (Tracey Thorn ♥); a quick breakdown followed by a stirring (and almost melancholy) build-up and release afterwards; the same hypnotic melody until the end, where it goes from one style to another so seamlessly. The song is almost like those really comfy jumpers your grandma used to knit you. The ones without seams. The ones that you have a look back at in twenty years time and remember how warm and comforting and amazing your childhood was before you got into this modern age of grungy electronica and paying bills.
What ya gonna do about me now?
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