Side B, 1997
I haven’t always been a fan of house music, it’s true, and I’d be remiss for not mentioning otherwise; there really wasn’t much of a house scene growing up in Florida at all, and I was onboard with jungle from its days as breakbeat, so I had a bit of an attitude about house---it seemed too simple. Shame on me. That all changed when I first moved to the Midwest and started going to parties in Cleveland, Cincy, Pittsburgh, Detroit, Chicago, Indy, et al…I had no idea that it could bang so fucking hard! Maybe it was all the E I was on at the time, but something got me helplessly hooked on this style of Midwestern filtered-tracky-disco madness; the boom in those warehouses was simply mouth-watering (perhaps because 60,000 watts of bass in your face shakes one’s teeth enough to make you salivate, thank you very much Technosaurus Rex soundsystem). Back in the day, Almaria did it as good as anyone, and better than most.
Side B, 1997
