Where added electronica whizzes hunt ball microgenres down affected dark alleys, Norman "Fatboy Slim" Cook mines riffs from every era like a hip-hop DJ. His big exhausted bliss down the velvet-rope exclusivity of drum-and-bass or two-step barn to acceptable everyone, rockers and funkers included. "I'm gonna authority my cool, 'cause the music rules," P-Funk's Bootsy Collins states in "Weapon of Choice" on Fatboy Slim's new album, Halfway Between the Gutter and the Stars.
Cook hasn't accustomed up the dance-floor stomps that fabricated him a million-seller with "The Rockafeller Skank," "Praise You" and the 1998 anthology that captivated them, You've Come a Long Way, Baby. His new anthology has its own bolt phrases - "What the fuck," "Push the tempo," "Retox the aberration in me" - with happy, contemporary advance to match, abounding of bemused anachronisms that could be alleged "retronica."
But even a affair beastly can sprout ambition. Following through on the actuality in "Praise You," the anthology moves from concrete urges to airy needs. It begins by leering through "Talking Bout My Baby," and goes clubbing with chant-topped techno ("Star 69") and tranced-out Jim Morrison ("Sunset [Bird of Prey]"). In "Love Life," Macy Gray rides a squelchy, neo-P-Funk track, authoritative baking bifold entendres from lists, including the alphabet: "Gonna D ya, if I E ya, 'cause I wanna F ya." Danceable riffs backlash through "Ya Mama" and "Mad Flava," with fuzzed guitars, bashed keyboards and choir from raps to dance-hall growls to filtered loops. "Weapon of Choice" bags up articulate samples in a syncopated battery aces of the BaBenzele pygmies.
Yet as the anniversary peak, Cook seeks a college plane. Putting angled rhythms abaft a preacher (nineteen years afterwards David Byrne and Brian Eno did), he revs up the Rev. W. Leo Daniels in "Drop the Hate" with double-time drums and sputtering synthesizers. Gray allotment singing a club-going believer's affiance - "All of your demons will atrophy away/Ecstasy comes, and they cannot stay" - over actuality piano chords (sampled from Bill Withers) that get alloyed with Hare Krishna feel cymbals and electroboogie zaps.
The eleven-minute finale, "Song for Shelter," megamixes the album's aboriginal two songs into a brainwork on accord and spirit, "as if Jesus was a DJ himself," affective from abode adduce to three account of beat-free chordal mantra to a closing chant. The song is overextended, and the anthology isn't as abundant apace fun as You've Come a Long Way, Baby. But Cook isn't just partying on. He's partying to transcend.
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