2 many DJs, Original CD (title unknown – that’s rubbish, I could find out if I wanted)
This was the thing that started it off, Tim copied it for me in 2002. It was withdrawn because they hadn’t been cautious enough in securing copyright permission from something. The Peter Gunn/Basement Jaxx opening. The original fear of “Where’s your head at?” (probably amplified by the scary as fuck video)gets diluted by its new coupling, or as Peaches says it a minute or two alter “Fuck the pain away”. Having being thinking about the cold war and the escalation of the nuclear threat, I have to wonder about the rise of MTV, something must have come along to cushion us from that paralysing fear, something needed to elevate us to buying and fucking and bitching about other buyers and our competition and/or targets in the other category. Lou Reed just in time with his flat voice. John Cale was always cooler.

Interference, I truly don’t know anymore if this was designed interference. CD cloggy, take it out for a clean and start again. How did it get so dirrrrrty?

There are elements here, in this 2 Many DJs first public work, that found new homes on the Soulwax sessions I heard previously. Recycling and appropriation as creation too. How beauty becomes keep-fit overnight.

Perhaps a hangover, a nap and a day of walking around lovely greenery and eating pie has dulled my responses to this. I’m really not sure what of this I’ve heard or not heard before in other 2 many DJs sessions; I mistake Blue Monday for Vogue; songs I knew as means to dancing are rendered as weird and knowing sexscapes and the evening is becoming darker outside the blinds. Shadows of music appear and disappear before I’ve had time to see the nightmare collision or laugh at its humour. Not the actual songs, but almost just the first smell of their perfume as they waltz round the door, and angel-style recline into cruising mobiles.

It’s interesting to see how Independent Women prove such fertile ground for these audio plunderers. Pirate DJs. While the men make wish-lists of height and violence, and demand we ask what’s that sound and that we look what’s going down, the women seem to get on with working 9 till 5 etc. More enquiries about where are your children? Can they all be accounted for before Blue Monday comes round again?