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White Label Wednesday: Animotion, “Obsession”

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Rockwell once said he felt like somebody was watching him. Odds are, it was Animotion.

Have you taken a close look at the lyrics to “Obsession” lately? This gives “Every Breath You Take” and “Stan” a run for their money on the Stalker Anthem scale. Bill Wadhams’ lines are harmless enough (“My need to possess you has consumed my soul / My life is trembling, I have no control”), which makes his part of the song an ancestor of sorts to “Baby, One More Time…,” the vulnerable-but-misguided kind of pop song. Astrid Plane’s lines, though, are of the Jame Gumb variety. “I will have you. Yes, I will have you / I will find a way and I will have you / Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly / I will collect you and capture you.” Yikes. Make sure and put the lotion in the basket while you’re at it.

This mix of the song – done by our good friend Mark S. Berry, who mixed Yes’ “Rhythm of Love” – didn’t appear until a year after the song’s release, as the B-side to the “I Engineer” 12″ single. It keeps the song relatively intact, but makes one crucial change that elevates the mix to another level, something he did with the Yes track as well: he amped up the drum track and, more importantly, he made the drum track sound like real drums. Listen to the styrofoam that passes for a drum track in the original version:

Awful, just awful, and Berry has no use for it. Using the then-standard build-up, Berry keeps the shakea-shakea-shakea percussion riff, then pushes a couple busy bass and keyboard loops to the forefront before unloading that first snare drum SLAM, kick kick SNARE kick kick, SNARE. Finally, the song has balls, and for the first – and only – time, Animotion sounds like a rock band. And a clean one at that – the original mix seems so muddy by comparison. To these ears, this stands as the definitive version of the song, and the archivists seem to agree; this mix appears as a bonus track on the band’s most well-known hits compilation, with the original 12″ mix serving as the new “full-length” version of the song.

This incarnation of the band made two albums before getting a near-total overhaul in 1989 and re-emerging with two new singers, among other things. (We’d make a statement about how the later version of the band sounded nothing like Animotion, but since we’re not sure exactly what defines Animotion’s sound, we’re not sticking our necks out.) The Astrid Plane replacement, Cynthia Rhodes, went on to become Mrs. Richard Marx, but we’re guessing that Marx doesn’t allow this song to be played around the house. He always struck us as the prudish type.

BONUS: Mark Berry talks to Popdose about mixing “Obsession”

Hey David, Thank you for your email and Happy New Year…yes, here’s my recollection of Animotion…

I was hired by the head of Urban A&R at Polygram in NYC, Jerome Gasper to do this remix…he called me when I was in London, England producing an act for Polygram over there. Jerome had put me on retainer to do remixes for the label where I did many for the urban department. Jerome FedExed the song masters to me at my hotel and I booked SARM EAST studios owned by Trevor Horn and the ZTT gang. I had done several other remixes there so I was very comfortable there as well. My good Friend was engineer Paul Staveley O’Duffy (Swing Out Sister) and he was hanging with me that weekend…

The mix started out with overdubs first; the horn stabs throughout the remix were actually sampled from a Frankie Goes To Hollywood recording that was lying around SARM (how appropriate). I then re-sampled the snare and bass drum through an AMS sampler….had to flip the tape over and record the snare and bass drum through a delay to another set of tracks so that the triggered signal was in front of the beat as there was an inherent delay in the AMS unit. We then just delayed the signal with the tape flipped back the correct way until the sample fell directly on top of original signal. It was a little sluggish, as the original drum beat had some velocity settings that the AMS did not grab, so we had to go through and make sure that we grabbed all the beats resetting the AMS for everyone we missed. What a pain in the ass…

Polygram was very nervous as the single was starting to explode at radio and they wanted the remix ASAP. Jerome was calling every hour. Basically took a standard approach to the actual mix. We mixed to 1/2 inch tape and did all the cuts over the 2 days in the studio…Paul played the AMS for the horn stabs, constantly tuning and detuning the stabs…pushed up the bass a lot as it was quite funky as it was tucked in on the original 7″ mix…I kept the percussion front and center, as that was kind of driving the remix.

I was not sure if I was going to include the guitar solo at the end, as it was a little out of my field as a remixer at the time, but after we cut the piece in it worked as we went to another breakdown. The band was not around but I did speak with John Ryan from Chicago, the original producer, to clarify a few musical ideas as well.

We used lotsa reverb and kept the vocals as tucked in as possible so that the groove took over…

That’s as much as my memory can take at the moment, ha…

Animotion – Obsession (Remix)

White Label Wednesday: Vitamin Z, “Burning Flame”

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The funny thing about music in 1985: they would make an extended mix of anything. Even funnier, people would dance to it.

Take this week’s subject, the UK band Vitamin Z – pronounced Veetamin Zed by their fellow countrymen – who made their biggest splash with a slick, overproduced slice of mid-tempo ear candy called “Burning Flame.” Singer Geoff Barradale (now the manager of the Arctic Monkeys, thank you very much) does a mean Curt Smith impression – which might explain why the band opened for Tears for Fears at one point – and the song boasts a catchy, if wimpy, chorus. “How you teased when I first made love”? Even Morrissey blushed at that line. The song had its charms, but a catchy beat that makes you want to shake your groove thing isn’t one of them.

And yet, this song was a big hit on the dance charts. The Dead Milkmen weren’t kidding: we really will dance to anything.

This is not to denigrate the extended version any; given what they had to work with, the mix works rather well with the breakdowns and echoed vocals and what have you. Still, it’s not a dance track. Was there anyone circling the dance floor in 1985, saying to themselves, “This music is fine, but I’m not going out there until I hear ‘Burning Flame’”? There must have been, if the song’s chart success is to be believed, but who were those people? For some reason, I keep picturing stock brokers with ponytails. Whatever the case, they were white, that’s for sure.

In fact, let’s have some fun with this. I officially declare “Burning Flame” to be one of the whitest songs ever recorded. Let’s hear your suggestions for other songs that share this dubious distinction. Bonus points if there is an extended dance mix of the song as well.

Vitamin Z – Burning Flame (Extended Version)

White Label Wednesday: Daryl Hall & John Oates, “Your Imagination”

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It’s quite possible that this song is the “Sliding Doors” moment that put me on the musical path that I would ultimately follow.

This is strange, when you consider that “Your Imagination” is the fourth, overlooked single from the band’s 1981 mega-hit Private Eyes album – and the only single of the 13 singles the band released in a four-year span that didn’t crack the Top Ten – but the video for the song featured something that I had never seen or heard before: an extended version of the song. This mix itself is nothing special – it has your typical instrumental build-up and a mix-out point for the DJ – but that hardly mattered. The mix opened up a whole new world of possibilities to me. You mean there are people who take a finished song and then screw around with it? That’s awesome!

I proceeded to spend the rest of my high school years as that kid who took his records, which by then consisted mostly of 12” singles rather than albums, and made his own versions of the songs by hitting ‘pause’ on the tape deck at just the right time. It’s a miracle that I ever managed to kiss a girl before college.
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White Label Wednesday: Boogie Box High, “Jive Talkin’”

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Sometimes, it’s not whom you know, but whom you call family.

The interwebs are not very forthcoming about the origins and chart history of Boogie Box High, the nom de guerre of one Andros Georgiou. This, of course, assumes that either origins or chart history exist in the first place, and that they consist of something other than “He’s George Michael’s cousin, and he almost had a hit once.” Imagine the sting of humiliation Georgiou must have felt when he got his record deal, released his oh-so-1987 remake of the Bee Gees’ “Jive Talkin’” as a single, positive that he was sitting on a worldwide smash…and then George Michael’s label, Epic, only allows the song to be released if the single makes no mention of Michael appearing on the track. Which is hilarious when you think about it – who the hell else could it possibly be? By the way, Andros, your single will not be released in the US. Tough break, cousin.

And that pretty much sums up the musical career of one Andros Georgiou. Boogie Box High made one album, 1987’s Outrageous (other notable guest appearance: Nick Heyward), and promptly disappeared into the ether. I cannot speak for the quality of Boogie Box High’s full-length long player (though the two people who have submitted votes on Amazon each gave it one star), but Georgiou’s cover of “Jive Talkin’” is pretty damn good. And call me crazy, but I prefer the dated production of the album version to the 12” mix, which is far too similar to the Brothers Gibb’s original. There is something in those hyper-echoed snare hits that has me reaching down to peg my pant legs. I have submitted both the awesomely overproduced LP version of the track, and the subsequent none-more-Gibb 12” mix. Which one do you prefer?

Boogie Box High – Jive Talkin’ (LP Version)

Boogie Box High – Jive Talkin’ (12″ Mix)

White Label Wednesday: Underworld, “Underneath the Radar”

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Or, White Label Wednesday, Before They Were Stars Edition

Underworld would like you believe that they were immaculately conceived in 1994 as the spooky techno band that “debuted” with dubnobasswithmyheadman, with no past or, if pressed, a Jason Bourne case of amnesia about their former life. Ah, but we know better, don’t we? Underworld indeed has a past; they were just hoping that they could pull a Ministry and leave it all behind. The incredible thing is, it worked; almost no one remembers Underworld’s days as a synth-pop band.

But we do.

Underworld formed from the ashes of the band Freur, which scored a minor hit with the Kraftwerk-esque “Doot Doot.” When they disbanded, Freur members Karl Hyde and Rick Smith recruited three more dudes and went whole hog for the brass ring, impressing Seymour Stein enough to hire Rupert Hine – he worked with Howard Jones, man, we’re gonna be huge! – to produce 1988’s Underneath the Radar, the band’s first album for Sire. The album, well, seemed really cool at the time. Hell, even the music supervisors of “Miami Vice” liked them enough to drop the title track into a big bar fight scene. The song cracked Australia’s top ten. In the States, however, it scratched and clawed its way to #74.

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White Label Wednesday: Cliff Richard, “We Don’t Talk Anymore”

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Everyone seemed to have so much fun jumping into the wayback machine with Nicolette Larson – and really, who wouldn’t want to jump into a wayback machine with Nicolette Larson? – that I thought I’d write up another song from the same era, though from a completely different universe than the one that birthed “Lotta Love.” I bring you, Sir Cliff Richard.

Cliff Richard was the Kylie Minogue of his time – and a lot of other people’s times – in that he racked up hit after hit after hit in his native UK (born in India to British parents, technically), while scratching and clawing his way into the American Top 40 a mere nine times. Nine times, compared to…wait for it…one hundred and twenty-five Top 40 hits on the UK charts (number spelled out for dramatic effect), including a staggering 70 Top 10 hits. Wow. Just…wow. That’s insane. And it will never happen again.

By the time “We Don’t Talk Anymore” reared its mellow disco head in late 1979, Richard had already cracked the UK Top 40 sixty-seven times. To establish a point of reference, the Beatles have notched 52 Top 40 hits in the States to date. No wonder he was knighted in 1995. The man is a national treasure, and not even a 1985 remake of his 1959 hit “Living Doll,” performed with the cast of BBC cult show “The Young Ones” (resident douchebag Rick, “spelled with a silent ‘P’,” was a big fan of the Cliff), would change that. If he were an X-Man, he’d be Juggernaut. Unstoppable, that Harry Rodger Webb.

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White Label Wednesday: Nicolette Larson, “Lotta Love”

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I’ve never been a big fan of Neil Young — I’ll just say it, it’s that pinched voice of his — but I will admit to liking several of his songs once they were covered by other artists whose voices I found slightly less irritating. I love the Pixies’ take on “I’ve Been Waiting for You,” and I even find Duran Duran’s version of “The Needle and the Damage Done” preferable to the original. Let me guess: you just said something snarky about Duran’s 1995 covers album, Thank You. You’re right, it sucks. Perhaps that’s why they left this off the album; it was too good to make the cut. (It appeared on one of the CD singles of their cover of Lou Reed’s “Perfect Day.” Lou allegedly loved Duran’s version of his song, for what it’s worth.)

However, Nicolette Larson’s version of “Lotta Love,” 30-some years after she recorded it, has forever changed the way I feel about Neil Young and his approach to songwriting.

The Web has not been very forthcoming when it comes to confirming this, but I recently stumbled upon an awesome quote associated to Neil Young about how songs should be treated like houses that anyone can live in. If only the songwriter can relate to a song, then how can anyone else enjoy the experience of listening to it? Songs are for everyone, and the more universal the theme, the more relatable, and homey, it is. Larson, the Jim Keltner of session singers in the ‘70s and runner-up in the Crystal Gayle Hair-Off, allegedly found “Lotta Love” on a cassette while riding in Young’s car. He said, “You want it?” He apparently didn’t have much use for it, but Larson thought it would be perfect for her 1978 debut solo album, the succinctly titled Nicolette. She was right; the song climbed to #8 on the Top 40 and #1 on the AC chart. “Lotta Love,” as sung by Larson, is one of the coziest houses you’ll ever set foot in.

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White Label Wednesday: Edelweiss, “Bring Me Edelweiss”

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“Awwwww, yeah! I see a real woman, I need to grab her, she busts out yodelin’…

There is just no better way to open a song than that.

In 1988, after hitting #1 with the Gary Glitter/”Dr. Who” mash-up “Doctorin’ the Tardis,” Bill Drummond and Jimmy Cauty – you might remember him from such WLW posts as “Justified Ancients of Mu-Mu, ‘It’s Grim Up North’” – wrote a book called The Manual. The book’s subtitle explains its purpose: “How to Have a Number One the Easy Way.” It don’t take money, it don’t take fame, and it sure as hell don’t take musical skill, Drummond and Cauty explain, and they use their “song” “Tardis” as the case study. If you have a job, forget it; you won’t be dedicated enough to see it through. Are you a musician? Quit playing your instrument. “Even better, sell the junk,” they say.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Austria, three remixers read The Manual, and it hits them: ABBA + Indeep’s “Last Night a DJ Saved My Life” = gold, baby! Edelweiss was born, and five million records were about to be sold. Drummond and Cauty may have had their tongues firmly planted in cheek when they wrote this, but they weren’t joking; The Manual worked, and Edelweiss were the first of many bands to prove it. Even the Pipettes and Klaxons were allegedly inspired by The Manual. Who knew?

Less a song than a collection of bits from other songs – the assembly of the track owes more to “Pump Up the Volume” and Bomb the Bass’ “Beat ‘Dis” than “Tardis” – Edelweiss swiped the first half of the chorus to ABBA’s “SOS” and changed the words to “So if you really love me, you should bring me Edelweiss,” referring to the pretty flower that grows in the alpine region. If a man wanted to impress a woman, he would get her one of those flowers, even though it meant quite possibly falling to his death in the process. Those Austrians, they’re a hardcore bunch. (more…)

White Label Wednesday: The Future Sound of London, “Papua New Guinea”

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Imagine my surprise when I visited my then-girlfriend – anyone who read my Valentine’s Day piece knows her well – over Christmas break in 1992, and in her car was the soundtrack for Cool World. Her taste in music…well, let’s put it this way: she needed lots and lots of guidance. Before we met, her CD collection consisted of Milli Vanilli and Debbie Gibson. After we broke up, she dedicated her musical life to country. Basically, she was a chameleon with music, adapting to her surroundings. But while she was with me, she liked what I liked, or to a point, anyway. Still, if the idea of her buying a soundtrack that featured Ministry, the Cult, a pre-Play Moby and My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult was amusing to me then, it’s downright hilarious now. But buy it she did…and steal it I did. I assure you, she doesn’t miss it.

My original interest in the soundtrack was due to the title track from David Bowie – reunited with Nile Rodgers, and it feels so good – the instrumental track from the Thompson Twins, and “Disappointed,” the third collaboration between Electronic and Pet Shop Boy Neil Tennant. Then I heard “Papua New Guinea,” and tossed the other three songs aside. There was something in the octave-jumping keyboard riff combined with the ethereal vocal (more on that later), minimalist bass line and staccato synth line, that simply mesmerized me. The song was an Indian guy playing a punji, and I was the cobra. That’s a fitting analogy, considering that my then-girlfriend and I got along in the same way a cobra gets along with a mongoose.

Of course, I think there was another reason why I found the song so appealing: it sounded like sex. Hot, steamy, wildly passionate sex. I’ve never seen the movie that shares the soundtrack’s name– though the Wiki page dedicated to it is loaded with juicy stories – but I always assumed that this song appeared in a sex scene. Which could have been all kinds of kinky, given that Kim Basinger played a “doodle” (read: all your impure thoughts about Jessica Rabbit come screaming to life), but I’m sure that whatever I came up with in my head is far more erotic than anything that wound up on the screen. (more…)

White Label Wednesday: The Justified Ancients of Mu Mu, “It’s Grim Up North (Part I)”

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Hope you’re not wearing anything too fancy, because we’re about to get dirty.

Bill Drummond and Jimmy Caulty have about as many aliases as Alain Jourgenson. As the Timelords, they cribbed Gary Glitter and the “Doctor Who” theme song. As the KLF, they created gonzo but fluffy techno house tracks, even bringing Tammy Wynette along for the ride on one of them. And while there is a clear connection between “Tardis” and tracks like “Last Train to Trancentral” (which the Blue Man Group made their unofficial anthem), there is absolutely no way that anyone could have predicted what they’d do a mere six months after the massive success of their 1991 album The White Room. The cute, bouncy house songs like “3 A.M. Eternal”? Dead, gone. In their place: the meanest, grimiest rave track to ever crack the Top 10.

“Bolton, Barnsley, Nelson, Colne, Burnley, Bradford, Buxton, Crewe…”

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