Feel Your Heartbeat Close To Me

There’s something about 90s rave that’s really doing it for me at the moment. It lacks knowingness, it’s not arch or referencing the past, it just is what it is. Breakbeats. Pianos. Massive vocals. Euphoria. Highs and lows. For people round here who are five years younger than me this is their clubbing music. That’s not exactly a generation gap but it is a sign of how the music that hits you when you start clubbing is the one for you and a sign that for them, rave is their classic house/acid house/techno.

It’s a curiously sexless type of club music, or at least not deliberately sexy. Despite the fact that clubs at this time were full of people who were semi-naked (blokes topless, women in fluffy bra tops and hotpants). I suppose it wasn’t aimed at the groin but at the feet.

On Youtube a commenter has opined that this isn’t rave but Commercial Happy Hardcore. No type of music split into mini-scenes, genres and  labels quite like dance music. I can live with Commercial Happy Hardcore. I may go into HMV in the Trafford Centre and ask for some.

This version, as Paul Bob Horrocks pointed out recently, is an ace piece of slow rave- ideal if you’re after a spot of euphoria while washing the dishes.

I quite fancy listening to Baby D’s Let Me Be Your Fantasy now.