By Chaz Kangas
By Katherine Turman
By Phillip Mlynar
By Harley Oliver Brown
By Abdullah "T Kid" Saeed
By Matt Caputo
By Devon Maloney
By Chris Chafin
I feel like The Boy Who Cried Jungle. Until New Forms, nothing has been widely available that has anything to do with what I've thought for three years was so great about drum'n'bass: dancehall undertow and hip-hop breakbeats liberated to funk fully, thanks to the sequencer's super energy pill. Goldie and L.T.J. Bukem, London's first feted visitors, both basted their breakswith too much goddamn new-age synth wash, more botanical moisture splash than rinse out. Techstep, the flavor du jour in drum'n'bass, leaches out the blackness and syncopation of the form with its "Oh, Mickey, you're so fine" beatsand Goth doom. And what's great about satellite albums like Spring Heel Jack's Busy Curious Thirsty or Squarepusher's Hard Normal Daddy has less to do with the amount of d'n'b folded into them than an auteur vision that extrudes itself through a different beat structure--like Odelay, as compared to hip-hop. New Forms, on the other hand, is jungle: funky, black, breakbeat music.
Jamaica has been putting its chocolate in England's peanut butter for years; Kingston-via-London miscegenation has driven most of London's important and unique pop innovations. America's average response has been "Oh, cool," but with no sales to back it up. (We didn't put the Specials or Tricky in the top 10 and I doubt we'll do it with Roni Size.) Listen to the U.K. drum'n' licensed over here by majors and you'll hear precious little that sounds like reggae. Yet albums like the Greensleeves label's Ragga Anthems Volume One are jungle's roots. When blood pulse Jamaican basslines, toasting, and third-generation hip-hop breakbeats were fed through the hyper-pleasure logarithms of rave, out came jungle's infant self: happy hardcore. The drum'n'bass I like is fast, and still linked to the social context of the dance floor, which hip-hop traded around 1992 for the mix-tape-driven (and slow, always slow now) interior landscape of Jeeps and Walkmans. In London, people dance like Cocoa Puffs to such drum'n'bass; I only see that kind of enthusiasm in NY anymore at gay clubs.
The dancehall-meets--hip-hop imperative of jungle is what first blew me away--records like Leviticus's "Burial," whereover the "It Takes Two" / "Think" break and a dancehall bassline, some doo-wop fellas go "ooohooh ooh" and it's more than enough. Or DJ Hype's remix of Remarc's "R.I.P." Sampling, I think, a Cutty Ranks boast, Hype turns the subsonic rumble of the original into a funny-car mash-up of hip-hop breaks and gruff Jamaican chatting. Ragga's digital blend of reggae powered much early jungle, as captured in one of the first compilations (maybe the first put out by a major label), 1995's Jungle Massive, Volume 1 (Payday/ffrr)."Burial" is here, along with stormers like Dead Dred's "Dred Bass," a blueprint for later "jump up" tracks, and Roni Size's early masterpiece, "Timestretch," which is a perfect litmus test for anyone unsure about jungle as a whole. If "Timestretch"'s Cab Calloway beats and booming bass line don't make you jump up, you may proceed.
As jungle developed in London, there was enough media-fomented fear about its dark origins that promoters and practitioners both supported a new name, drum'n'bass, and a new sound that downplayed gun talk and dancehall tropes in general. The class implications of this alone are worth a book, especially when you grab hold of the terms that soon modified drum'n'bass, namely "intelligent" and "jazz," the first an insult to the complexity of early breakbeat butchers, the second a whammy of misrecognition that says less about music and more about a cultural view of a certain music (CD 101.9--style jazz) as a lifestyle enhancer and alleged class signifier (like Cristal or silk sheets).
Faithfuls like Shy FX, DJ Hype, and Aphrodite stayed true to the dancefloor boom of ragga and hip-hop, helping solidify the jump up style of barn-sized basslines, super-funky breaks, and not much else. If only a major would license Aphrodite's recent compilation CD (Aphrodite) or New Frontiers (Parousia), from Hype's Ganja Kru, we'd have something really rude, rough, and brilliant to grapple with. As it is, I think the next visible import may be Earth Pioneers (Mercury U.K.), the latest from the duo 4 Hero, important, longtime jungle programmers. Possibly influenced by the success of label mate Size, 4Hero now veer between staggering beat writing and some truly awful orchestral jazz that makes Roni Size's few missteps into jazz-lite seem negligible.
V Classics, Volume 1 (Konkrete Jungle/Ultra) is a welcome American issue of some important tracks issued by Roni Size's first home, V Recordings. Drawing from a stack of 30 or so releases, Volume 1 helps illuminate what Size, Krust, Suv, and Die (the Reprazent crew) have been up to these past three years. Size's "Only a Dream" and Die and Suv's "War and Peace" stand tall and hint at the jump-up tracks Size has released on his subsidiary labels like Full Cycle and Dope Dragon. But make no mistake, these are tracks originally designed for the mixing DJ. The drums make their opening statement and you get to watch for six or seven minutes, structure be damned.
Programmers have to look beyond breaks if they want out of the 12-inch ghetto, and that's why we have New Forms. It's as close as we're going to get to an accessible drum'n'bass record that doesn't hide its breaks under a bushel. Simultaneously catchier and harder than anything Size has done before, New Forms justifies its silly title with tunes like "Brown Paper Bag," "Ballet Dance,"and "Electricks," which really don't sound likemuch else. The digital trash of "Railing"'s beat spurs MC Dynamite onto some fine toasting that crossbreeds today's topic, dancehall, with hip-hop dexterously enough to really confuse the issue of what moves came from what origin. Putting the dancehall up front on the first track is a deft wake-up, a warning shot fired across the bow of ambient creeps.