echoes of deaf journalists

"Simon, don't give them any good reviews, until they've paid their ads..."

no really, that's the first line of the song - rather taking me aback!

i assume aimed at someone who wrote for  Black Echoes back in the day

possibly [darts to Wiki] reggae writer and photographer Simon Buckland?

it's a bit of a heavy-handed satire

and (whisper it) although not "a load of old rubbish", not one of the Prof's finest moments

aowuu wowu wowu woww owu-wu

this Carns Hill production



reminds me of this



the yearning mystic diva-moan

the latter uses the same female vocal sample as this jungle tune



whose source is this




or - possibly - mediated by this sampling of same




it also got used by the Orb of course



and by this lot  - who I liked for a moment there, until they went all progressive housey



and also this one too - by the for-a-while promising, but ultimately petering out and being a bit boring (as on this tune) Depth Charge



and the Sister Aisha lick appeared in various other tunes (there's a hard trance example out of Germany for instance)

think that this is actually my favorite use of it, although at the time i confess I didn't care much for the tune when it dropped into the pirate mix  - perhaps because it did have a little bit of sedated "ambient dub" meets Leftfield / Guerrilla Records vibe about it which I was getting frustrated with and not wanting to intrude itself upon the frenzy of the ardkore




another tune in the, ah, lineage, that does the mystic yearning woman rippling in the echo chamber thing is this dubsteppa




back in a loop to the start with another Carns Hill production with a wavery female vocal, but more ghostly-eerie than mystic St Theresa-y



and ooer missus - that title, it is well nuum-y innit

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