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Less than a year after the release of their debut 12", Juiceboxxx and Dre Skull have raised the bar once again with "Center Stage," a forward thinking slice of vicious, uptempo pop that is as unpredictable as it is formal. Crisp disco hand claps and one pumped up bass line help to push the sound beyond "Sweat" into new territory, while Brooklyn diva Janina and Milwaukee axman Willy Dintenfass add extra layers of sound and ideas.
Juiceboxxx, fresh off tour with Bonde Do Role, throws down super jackin vocals while Dre Skull, just back from a tour of Australia and Asia, conjures up a sonic palette that shapeshifts from shiny to gnarly as the track grows grizzled. Listening to "Center Stage," its clear to see that the duo relishes combing through the annals of electronic dance music, picking up ideas and throwing them at the wall, just to see what sticks.
As the track sprints to the finish line, an unexpected ending takes it's concise pop resolution and aggressively subverts it, pushing it menacingly into the unknown.
"Center Stage" is the second in a mysterious discotheque trilogy, and its hard to see where things will go from here. The night is a harsh mistress, and sometimes man's pursuit of fun takes him to domains he never thought he would enter. Are U Experienced?
Center Stage - Curses! Remix
Institubes recording artist Curses! is known for his next level brand of "haunted house" and his remix here is no exception. Driving piano leads and ruff tekno bass provide the perfect bed for Juiceboxxx's thickened vocals, and when combined with sampled bits of Dintenfass's pych-o-delic guitar work and intricate, freestyle-informed vocal edits, Curses! has created something contemporary that knows no era. Oh, and did we say HEAVY BASS? This is a dance floor monster.
Center Stage - Farley Jackmaster Funk Remix
Farley Jackmaster Funk is more than a house music legend, he is a music legend. The master of jack breaks "Center Stage" down to it's most rudimentary elements and reworks them into a poppy, jackin anthem sure to move feet and wet eyes the world over. Just when the sugar is the sweetest, the track turns from pop to paranoid with a psychedelic faux-303 line mapping out a nervous dystopian schism. Grown but dark. |
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