A double bass creeps in the shadows alongside scit-scat percussion, then "ba-dap-ba-dap-ba-dap", funky hell breaks loose - guitars screech, electronics meaaaow, and the drummer they're sampling grows an extra arm. Categorisation is for the lazy or deaf, for this evokes the bar-room aesthetics of Tom Waits and the punchy West Side vibe of Bernstein. The best remix is the 'Lamb Lounge Mix', a lolloping, minimalist interpretation that strips 'B Line' down to brush hits and vocals before building up to some sample-delic experimentation. Lamb may have come from the peripheries of dance, but they won't stay there.
review: Gal Détourn
nicked from 'Flipside', dated 3 April 1999
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