A house record that feels like it’s been composed entirely of cut ups straight out of a hip-hop playbook. The beats have momentum but they never seem to cut loose. The laughing girl sample feels fresh after having already been used god knows how many times. The other elements, notably the little squiggly myth line feels raw. And then the pipes come in along with the bass. I used to play my cd copy of this to death, and there’s no reason why I shouldn’t dig it out now. It’s house music as collage ruthlessly spliced together on two turntables, and it works. Fresh and Sleeping Bag put out some great hip-hop/soul by the lies of Mantronix, Just-Ice and Joyce Sims, but maybe Todd Terry at this time, was the most radical of all.
