The Meat Beat records are a barren zone for me (great live experience though) so I am disinclined to give props but when pressed will concede that this has some of the elements of junglizm pregnantly present and correct, if at this stage torpider than what would follow. The rootical chant, the euphoric soul-diva cry, the clattery breakbeat, the rumbling B-line, the sonar blips, the druggy detournement ("burning with ecstasy"). It's similar to the Moody Boys stuff on Journey to Dubland. But also anticipates the coalition corralled on "Narra Mine" by Genaside II.
Love the use of the Cheryl Lynn shout-out from the end of the "Encore" 12-inch
