It's been quite a year for music, largely because everyone keeps dying and that. It started off this time last year with Guru Josh, Lemmy and David Bowie and progressed through the year with Andreas Gehm and Spanky finallly killing off Greg Lake, Rick Parfitt and George Michael. Which means its finally safe enough to walk by Snappy Snaps again.
Its also been the year popular music has rediscovered the vocal breakdown from Old Chicago House. From Calvin Harris to Rihanna to a thousand sound a likes everyone is screwing with the pitch and making what was once cool, shite.
On with the good bits of the year. First up Commercial junk.
Sigala Sweet Lovin'
A nice mid 90's throw back house and piano break make this bearable much more so than a lot of stuff this year, which has gone out of the way to make things bastard annoying.
Neiked Sexual.
This isn't that bad, rather spicy lyrics and the sort of R+B throwback that you can easily get behind. Plus if you managed to grab the homemade acapellla from youtube you can drop it with Renegade Soundwaves the Phantom for an excellent mash up.
Beyonce. Sorry.
One of those half tracks that really should have the vocals splinter into a million pieces to match the juke / footwork track this lumbered with, but its alright I suppose.
Calvin Harris. My Way
You are the best thing in my life, you are the best thing in my life. Is adequate. That is all.
Drake, 3 Tracks.
I like Drake even though he's A. Canadian and B. a rapper. You know the tracks by now. Too Pure Kontrolla and One Dance they aren't bad but at the same time could be improved. Heavily inspired by funky music and by that a rip off of Krazy Kousinz, but still not bad.
Now the bad.
Martin Gollocks In the name of love.
Big room music where you pitch shift everything to fuck and then some. Annoying and shit can really hope someone bootlegs a really good happy hardcore version of this.
Beyonce Hold up
If you have to have one shit reggae track its this. I really don't love you like I love you.
Calvin Harris. This is what you came for
No it isn't. Now fuck off.
Little Tits Shout out to my Ex
They still sound like a demented kids party coupled with the fact that none of them are all that. Shout out to my ass its really poisonous.
Arse Bandit Rockabye. Fucking clean bandit and another thing I hate this year, the rise of dance hall again. Never liked patois, never liked Sean Paul and think they are a bunch of fucking chancers. Its this year's Christmas Number one no Lewisham Choir this year to keep the wolf from the door. Even the Jo Cox single is better than that.
Non commercial tracks.
A few good things from the underground not all released this year but still a good amount of stuff.
Roachford I Know You Don't Love Me Steelie and Cleevie mixes. This is cool and really good dub reggae, the original is deep and moody and well worth tracking down. I suspect a really good re edit would catapult this into the stratosphere but for now this rocks.
Greg Beato Who's the Licho in charge ovaa here?
Some boss acid here that is all you need to know.
Boston 168 Terror Acid.
See above but in an even more similar vein.
Identified Patient Female medical college of Pennsylvania
Dark techno with just a hint of acid. These last three tracks are a tribute to us losing Andreas Gehm and Spanky, I can think of no finer tribute to two acid masters.
Apart from that not such a good year, but I suspect there is more I've forgotten about.
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