Mark Farina, United DJs Of America, Vol. 9 Frisko Disko (1998)

In the mid/late-1990s, once or twice at least, I went off to a couple of dance clubs and “immersed myself” in the sound. What a load of wank. There’s some great music – and some of it still endures. But so much of it is/was time/place. That’s true of all genres, sure – but never so painfully accurate as when discussing the house and techno offshoots that popped up, thrice monthly, during the 1996-2000 years particularly. Was it just pre-millennium tension? I don’t know. But there is one thing that I do know. I listen to this album now – I make it barely one side through, and though I’m nodding along (apparently) I’m also thinking where’s that flat-white I ordered? What happened to that bowl of chips we asked for? That must have been 15 minutes ago? This place has the worst service. I’m never coming here again (until I come here again). Was it cafes and bars that ruined this music? Or was it this music that ruined cafes and bars? That’s all very Socratic and far beyond necessary when discussing a guy (Mark Farina) who is referred to on the album cover as being a “decknician”. Right now, far more importantly, where the fuck is that flat-white I ordered!?

Sample Track: I Know (Tim Deluxe)

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