Weatherall's been around the block, he's been djing, producing, remixing for-EVER. Only recently has he turned his hand to producing stuff under his own name, which is staggering because of the amount of time he's been on the scene (he's 46 now!!! -sorry Andy!). He's never sold out though, unlike Oakenfold who worked with Weatherall many moons ago.
While `Oakey' sold out doing this cheesy, naff music, AW seems to have been taking everything in, continuing to learn and understand music in which to eventually put all this accumulated knowledge and love & hate of music the many musical facets, and indeed, fads, that have come and gone in his time, into the making of this album. If Weatherall doesn't do anything more in he world of music after this then fair enough, because he's not sold out and has made a record that is everything you'd expect from someone whose lived and breathed music. Don't get me wrong though, it's not inaccessible or self-indulgent, it's the opposite in fact.
It's like he's woken up from all the late night sessions and realised that he's not made as bigger mark as he should and this is a mission to put that right. I'd imagine he also wants some cash in the coffers, and who could begrudge old Andy his pension, which this could well prove to be, because people will still be listening to this album in years to come - yes, in my opinion, it's that good.
All the influences are there, some more directly than others. What I hear in this new album is; New Order, Primal Scream, Fun Boy Three, the best of Kissing The Pink, as well as various earlier rock influences similar to those that he highlighted in his Sci-Fi Lo-Fi compilation (also excellent).
It's both slightly haunting and warming in the same breath, thanks to fantastic layering understated, low profile yet varied beats, with familiar sounding vocals, that give the music context. With each listen the tracks become more distinct and yet somehow more intriguing. There are no `banging tunes' here, nothing so obvious or unsubtle like so much of today's music (99.99999%), that, in comparison to this, lacks edge and sophistication, rather poking you in the eye with it's moronic chaviness. This, on the other hand, is harking back to the good old days - brilliant stuff, Mr Weatherall.