8 Tracks: Mitch Davis’ 8 Tracks Of 7 Tracks… Part Ii

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Mitch Davis has done it again. Bless his talented ears. Another splendid selection of 8 tracks that he feels represent the summit of aural achievement. The last time he did this it went very well. Everything I thought I knew about music was detonated in an instant and then pieced back together shard by shard. So expect nothing less. We've hidden what the tracks are in the list above so that you can listen unencumbered, your mind a blank canvas ready to be splattered with Mitch's musical paintbrush. Enjoy…

Mitch Davis can be found running Numb Magazine among other things.

LISTEN

Track 1

The challenging lyrics to this, the first ever acid track, changed so many lives back in the 80s, introducing council estate kids to the wonders of waving their arms to drum beats whilst gurning on MDMA, plus inspiring a generation of young men to sport pony tails. Producer Peters Watermen invented acid by tweaking a Casio TM 333 to create the squidgy bass undulating through this masterpiece and then took the track to another level by having the two unknown gypsy boys spit their venomous rhymes over it. Provocative, ultra violent and utterly gorgeous.
Viva acid house indeed.

Track 1

The challenging lyrics to this, the first ever acid track, changed so many lives back in the 80s, introducing council estate kids to the wonders of waving their arms to drum beats whilst gurning on MDMA, plus inspiring a generation of young men to sport pony tails. Producer Peters Watermen invented acid by tweaking a Casio TM 333 to create the squidgy bass undulating through this masterpiece and then took the track to another level by having the two unknown gypsy boys spit their venomous rhymes over it. Provocative, ultra violent and utterly gorgeous.
Viva acid house indeed.
Track 2

My 2nd of 7 is from this quartet of pagan priestesses from Iceland. I’ve noticed that this has been shared by a fair few discerning disc jockeys and muso types already, but without this frenetic breakbeat track there’d be no drum & bass, jungle, dubstep, trap, bashment or jazz. I first heard Fabio drop this at Rage in Heaven and it was always a huge fave at Telepathy at Marshgate Lane in Stratford. They were also the first humans to go full on double denim…Big big ups to the Icelandic Junglist massive.
Track 3

Track 3 of 7. Digging a little deeper I’m going back to 1967 with this freaky psychedelic number from three Swedish ladies who claimed that their obsession with the Occult and Luciferian goat worship helped propel them to fame.
Seeing them perform this live at Woodstock, stood at the side of the stage with Hendrix, Joplin and a young Keith Chegwin, all tripping off our acid melted minds, was possibly the 86th best moment of my life. Turn on, tune in and drop out.
Track 4

Track 4 of 7. What can I say about this post-punk Norfolk synthwave outfit that’s not been said a dozen times before? I could mention Harvey’s jacket potato induced lyrical majesty, his extraordinarily large hat for storing jacket potatoes, or hearing this for the first time at Mud Club at Busby’s. But I won’t. Let’s just appreciate their Magnum Opus for the era defining genius it is.
Track 5

Track 5 of 7. The first ever minimal techno track, ghost produced by Richie Hawtin. The track caused a generation of druggy rave junkies to snort Ketamine on dance floors worldwide. Raw, mind blowing computer funk that changed club culture, catering and the socio-political landscape in the Middle East.
Track 6

Track 6 of 7. Another Shoom favourite now… A Belgian new beat track that sounded so demonic pitched to -8. The first time I heard this at Spectrum I ate my bandana thinking it was a Big Mac. Amazing video directed by Mike Leigh too.
Track 7

Track 7 of 7 is this cosmic disco track from Norway that takes me back to Ritzy’s in Great Yarmouth in the summer of love way back in 2014. Due to its profound lyrical content that attacked everyone from the Vatican and Nestle through to the Rothschild banking family and the IMF, the song was banned and only available to buy on cassette in Asda in Luton. If you’ve not heard this, do your self a favour, get educated and play it now. Peace & fucking yeah.
Track 8

Track 8 is this Cafe Del Mar favourite from the early 90s that I play every morning to inspire me to stay in bed. Apparently, despite its seemingly innocent lyrics, this track is pure evil and the chap singing is a fallen angel called Lucifer. If played backwards your house gets all spooky and shit.