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└────────┘ 22.01.2009
freshhh!
artist: Dr Dunks
album: Re-Imagined In Alphabet City
label: Whatever We Want Records
cat: WEWW012
year: 2008
genre: Psychedelic Rock
sub-genre: New Wave, Electro.
source: Vinyl
grabber: Eac
encoder: LAME 3.97 V2 --Vbr-New -V 2
quality: VBRkbps / 44,1kHz / Joint-Stereo
size: 21,1 MB
link: http://www.whateverwewantrecords.com
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│tracklist.
no. time track title
A 10:54 The Phone
B 05:19 Love Savage
total time: 16:13 min
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│release notes.
It's ridiculous in a way: I could open a window, heave a rock and
probably hit Whatever We Want Records HQ or plunk Dr. Dunks himself
(well, maybe not, but the label and its artists do reside in NYC).
And yet it's fucking impossible to find any of their releases in
the City or in the outlying borough shops. Instead, the moment WEWW
releases come off the press, they're immediately shipped overseas,
beckoning from Phonica with that pricey overseas (not to mention
pounds sterling conversion) shipping rate.
As the primary outlet for documenting whatever it is that Rub'n'Tug
duo Thomas Bullock and Eric Duncan are up to (not to mention being
the original home of Quiet Village's mischievous disco edits), it's
oft-times worth paying the exorbitant amount, lest I watch Map of
Africa, Bobby Marie, Otterman Empire or what have you get listed on
Discogs in the $79.99-$109.99 range scant weeks on.
Dr. Dunks is yet another name for the work of Eric Duncan and while
I can't parse if it really is to be played at 33 1/3 (per the
label), I do know that it makes for a lackluster affair. Spun at 45
instead, it fares slightly better. "Love Savage" starts with an
echoing snare and fidgety keyboard line, like something from a John
Carpenter or John Hughes film, before the "jungle rain" preset gets
deployed. Duncan keeps some misty, ominous chords wafting in the
background and once some Chinatown motifs get out of the way, a
knife-wielding guitar solo comes through, only to revert back to
'80s soundtrack fills.
"The Phone" rides a pitter-pat bit of percussion that reminds me of
Syreeta's underappreciated "Tiki Tiki Donga" (from her 1977 album
One to One) before expanding outwards. It's laidback BPM-wise,
hewing closer to the Balearic portion of the crate, filled with
more weightless synth washes and ever-present tiki-tiki touches,
with a gorgeous outburst of piano in the middle. Maybe not worth
the ú10 for shipping, but you may have to pay that much more just
to find it online now anyway. And don't even get me started with
how they underpress these things...
- Taken from Resident Advisor
http://www.residentadvisor.net/review-view.aspx?id=5526
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