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Ladies and gents, I want to raise my glass to the best 12" this week. It goes to Frenchman Sweely. I guarantee you that when you drop the needle on 'Stronger Than Me', you will be transported to another dimension. More concisely, to a sweaty, dark, humid basement in some obscure New York building where body music takes the centre stage. Wherever you are, you will not be anymore. This bad bad bad boy is a thumping unapologetic house stormer. The vocal sample delivers, oh boy, it does. And that wailing jazzy saxophone is utterly delicious - captivating in fact. You have in your hands something that will attract attention. The right kind.
B2 changes course. We go less NY, less obvious. We go underground. A bit harder on the beat. more raw. Things get softened by the soulful vocal sample that gives the tittle to the track. But fasten your belts because midway we will encounter an acidic turbulence. This one is a smooth operator. You just do not expect the turn it takes.
On the flipside, Sweely gets introspective with the 303, but in a palatable and accessible way. No arty-farty business here. In places, 'Raw Thoughts' is an extension of A2 without the vocals.
And what do we have on B2? An anthem. We have a tune; a scorcher in camouflage attire. Remember A1? We are there again, folks. This time a bit faster (just the right amount of pitch, sir), perhaps a bit deeper too. Rough and raw, the 303 goes wild at places but is tamed by the relentless beat. It is all well-oiled by the sweet vocals although sparsely placed.
The closing ceremony title is perhaps Sweely's alter ego. More breakbeat, more street, less clubby, more graffity inducing soundtrack. Lovely piano sample coming and going at will gives this grumpy ole bastard the right amount of jazzy and soulful undertones.
Guys and gals, we will try to get a substantial number of this diamond in the shop, but do not sleep. This 12" is an absolute killer. Period.
Sil says: Let's say you are suffering what it is commonly known as 'winter blues'. You go to doc and you are given some prescription. Only thing you see is the name 'Sweely' written on the slip. Your winter blues goes out of the window in 10 seconds as soon as your brain starts decoding the soundwaves produced by your record player. You are reborn. Promise.
Stronger Than Me
You Don't Really Want Me