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artist : Paperclip People
title : The Secret Tapes of Doctor Eich
year : 1997
genre : House
label : Ministry of Sound Recordings (dist. Virgin Fr 724384442026)
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ripper : JLG
rls-date : 05/25/2001
encoder : fhg radium mp3 codec v1.263
quality : 192kbps/44,100hz
source : Compact Disc
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01 Welcome Center 2:53
02 Oscillator 6:22
03 Paperclip Man 4:59
04 Throw 6:25
05 The Climax 6:39
06 Clear and Present 6:02
07 Floor 5:53
08 Steam 5:36
09 Country Boy Goes Dub 5:18
10 Slam Dance 4:03
11 Parking Garage Politics 5:37
12 My Neighborhood 9:59
12 tracks (01h 09m 46s)
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This inspired collection of singles, b-sides and new tracks from
Carl Craig combines weird noises, subliminal grooves and futuristic
hooks into one crisp, shiny dancefloor package. Paperclip People is
often thought of as the producer's house project, but that's way
too reductionist. The otherworldy analogue synths of his classic
techno tracks and the mad breakbeats of his 69 guise play a big
role, too. At its best, "The Secret Tapes of Dr. Eich" pops open
house music's hood and rebuilds the engine from scratch - exactly
what one would expect from a Motor City innovator.
"Throw," a 1993 classic, starts off as pure disco bliss. But
halfway through Craig interrupts the flow with a series of hard,
joyous counter-rhythms that culminate in a hilarious vocal sample.
"Oscillator" rides a fuzzy, teeter-totter synth buzz that would be
considered avant-garde if it weren't anchored by 4/4 beats straight
out of a Snap! track. With its hide-and-seek melody and stuttering
riffs, "The Climax" could be a bouncy remake of Model 500's classic
"The Chase." And the midrange b-line of "Paperclip Man" sounds like
"I Feel Love" after it's been fed through one too many filters.
Craig's dancefloor disruptions do, it must be said, seem rote after
a while. The second half of the album repeats the first half's
tricks with far less conviction. The ersatz roller-rink funk of
"Steam" and the jokey samples of "Country Boy Goes Dub" seem more
insipid than inspired. But the penultimate track, "Parking Garage
Politics," redeems all. An Inner City-style synth line kicks things
off like a doubled electronic heartbeat. Crisp, spare percussion
carries the track for several more minutes. Then, toward the end,
the synths mutate into a filtered tribal groove. It's as if the
dancer has become one with the dance.
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greetings to sweetbeats, quadrophenia, sour, mindscape, deephouse
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