Artist: Health
Title: Disco
Label: Lovepump United
Genre: Electronic
Bitrate: 187kbit av.
Time: 00:52:44
Size: 75.11 mb
Rip Date: 2008-06-10
Str Date: 2008-00-00
1. Triceratops (Acid Girls Rmx A) 5:03
2. Lost Time (Pictureplane Rmx) 4:20
3. Triceratops (Acid Girls Rmx B) 4:05
4. Crimewave (Crystal Castles vs. Health) 4:32
5. Heaven (Narctrax Rmx) 5:09
6. Problem Is (Thrust Lab Rmx) 4:48
7. Triceratops (CFCF Rmx) 3:34
8. Lost Time (C.L.A.W.S. Rmx) 7:46
9. Tabloid Sores (Nosaj Thing Rmx) 2:29
10. Heaven (Pink Skull Rmx) 5:13
11. Perfect Skin (Curses! Rmx) 5:45
Release Notes:
It's rarer than the proverbial hen's tooth to find an LP of
remixes of a quality enough to stand on merits entirely of
their own, the source material of its more straight-faced
(comparatively speaking) record banished from memory by the
rush and tumble of the new, but HEALTH//DISCO somehow
transports the listener to a place where the LA foursome's
DiS-acclaimed self-titled - which provides the backbone of
this collection's beat skeleton - needn't be over analysed
prior to the digestion of eleven tracks that skittle and skirt
the conventionalisms of modern dance music, splicing
avant-percussion with retro synth stabs straight out of
early-'90s European pop-house. And...
Everything, one hit after the next, rising BMP rates matched
pulse for pulse by the beat of hearts pumping in unison with
banshee-shrieked vocals pummelled by swathes of pure-white
noise, popped and peppered liberally with catchall electrified
melodies clobbering cartoon catchiness with clubs of solid
steel. Still with me? Catch up: breath, release, release.
//DISCO is unrelenting in its insistence that you drop a
shoulder the way of some sexy thing across the floor and dash
a beeline to their dancing feet, following the footsteps as
the band strikes up another anthem to have android
cheerleaders tossing themselves off tall buildings regardless
of whether or not their metal bodies can take the hit. It
muddles cheese with ice-cool hipster jams, Haddaway with No
Age; somewhere in the middle smiling youths let loose with no
regard for hype or fashion, no care that they're muttered as
an afterthought in a conversation about the potential of
Crystal Castles. Nobody needs to hear 'Crimewave' augmented by
the Canadian pair again; everyone needs to hear...
Everything, one hit after the next, repeat to freak-out,
fading before the pitch's slowed not an option. The Thrust Lab
mix of 'Problem Is' slides on Tron lines, crisp-edged and
silken of core; 'Perfect Skin' gets punked, daftly, by Curses!
and only your Dazed-reading mates know for sure; 'Triceratops'
is decon-recon'ed thrice and not once treads a path already
navigated, the standout the Beverly Hills Cop-sweet CFCF mix
which could be The Fucking Champs' 'Policenauts' had rockers
known which devilish denizens of the dancefloor to swallow and
which to spit. Someone needs to mix West Side Story with The
Warriors and employ the cast and crew of this record to
soundtrack the brilliantly choreographed graphic violence.
It'll look amazing, and sound like...
Everything, one hit after the next, scattered fragments of
whispers of something so necessary bubbling below a surface so
incandescent that staring at it too long is like the best
sugar-rush of your life. You can take it two ways: ride a
train with the beats tinny in your ears, or get outside of
yourself in a club. Either way your experience can only ever
be your own, HEALTH still a force without a true focus, a
grasped-for goal. Album two may see an outline of refinement
established, but for now their doldrums meanderings are more
exhilarating than many acts' most-accomplished must-haves,
making this a two-from-two contender for a top-ten year-end
finish.