Terre Thaemlitz’s infamously more queer precursor to DJ Sprinkles' Midtown 120 Blues finally gets a reissue, one of only a few albums to ever receive a 5-star rating from "the old" Resident Advisor and one of Terre’s deepest, most gut-punching, but still somehow most life affirming projects, coming to us *from a place of lived experience* = one for the ages.
Thaemlitz looks down the timeline to 2006, and the birth of Kami-Sakunobe House Explosion (K-S.H.E.) with a redelivery of ‘Routes Not Roots’; a now-classic 12 track album that reflects on their formative years at the core of NYC’s late ‘80s and ‘90s Queer club scene - where they held an “underground grammy” award-winning residency at sex workers club Sally’s II - and a subsequent move to the neon lights of Tokyo, taking up DJ residency at Club Module between 2003-2006. Alongside Terre’s all-timer LP, ‘Midtown 120 Blues’, this album is a total classic in a singular catalogue, packing cuts from a trio of vinyl releases plus exclusive cuts in a set that equally evinces sensations of joy and anguish like few others.
Within the 80 minutes of ‘Routes not Roots’ Terre deploys deep House as a multifaceted prism for movement, education, and reflection. Part biographic, part authorial, it teases out, deconstructs, delineates and braids strands of the musical style mostly forged by Black, Latino, and Queer American artists, to tell a story that spans the dark days of HIV/AIDS in the ‘80s/‘90s, and thru to the techngnostic promise of ‘00s Tokyo. It heralds the energy and purpose of deep house as underground music in a way that’s all too often lost in translation with the passage of time and successive waves of club goers, sensitively raising listeners to their feet but also knocking us over with moments of gut-punch poignance that most elegantly balances dancer’s emotions and proprioceptions.
Opening with a blend of sinuous deep house magick and Cajun blues fiddle in ‘Down Home Kami-Sakunobe’ and the flamenco-inflected chug-swing declarations of ‘Hobo Train’ that can be heard to hail their formative transition from Missouri to NYC in the late ‘80s, the poetic ambient vignettes ‘Saki-Chan (Pt.1)’ and ‘’F•ck the Down-Low’ let us know this ain’t your usual deep house record. The set’s sequencing then majorly comes into play with her banging fraternal anthem ‘B2B’ and its spine-shivering chords, giving way to ’Stand Up’, which ironically floors us with a “comedy” routine styled description - canned cackles included - of getting beat-up on the subway by a gang of Puerto Rican queens for her appearance, onlookers not offering help. A deeply canny spin on Celtic/Appalchian folk standard follows in ‘Black is the Color of my True Love’s Hair’, and they’ve simply got us by a thread with the immaculate procession of the Talk Talk-sampling vocal deep house pearl ‘Double Secret’, to the 13’ of ‘Crosstown’ (spot the Moodymann connection), a sublime piano rumination ‘Head (In My private Lounge, My Pad)’, into the closing flourish of filter house on ‘Infected’.
Real, genuine, all-time business.
please remember that we support Terre and Comatonse Recordings' efforts to keep projects offline, minor, and acting queerly. When purchasing this item, we ask you to refrain from uploading and indiscriminate sharing in any form. <3
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Back in stock - CD in Mini-Jacket with hand-colored obie, phonograph style collector poly-sleeve, phonograph style anti-static inner sleeve, and 4x4 panel poster insert printed on newsprint. Hand assembled, Illustrations and design by Terre.
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Terre Thaemlitz’s infamously more queer precursor to DJ Sprinkles' Midtown 120 Blues finally gets a reissue, one of only a few albums to ever receive a 5-star rating from "the old" Resident Advisor and one of Terre’s deepest, most gut-punching, but still somehow most life affirming projects, coming to us *from a place of lived experience* = one for the ages.
Thaemlitz looks down the timeline to 2006, and the birth of Kami-Sakunobe House Explosion (K-S.H.E.) with a redelivery of ‘Routes Not Roots’; a now-classic 12 track album that reflects on their formative years at the core of NYC’s late ‘80s and ‘90s Queer club scene - where they held an “underground grammy” award-winning residency at sex workers club Sally’s II - and a subsequent move to the neon lights of Tokyo, taking up DJ residency at Club Module between 2003-2006. Alongside Terre’s all-timer LP, ‘Midtown 120 Blues’, this album is a total classic in a singular catalogue, packing cuts from a trio of vinyl releases plus exclusive cuts in a set that equally evinces sensations of joy and anguish like few others.
Within the 80 minutes of ‘Routes not Roots’ Terre deploys deep House as a multifaceted prism for movement, education, and reflection. Part biographic, part authorial, it teases out, deconstructs, delineates and braids strands of the musical style mostly forged by Black, Latino, and Queer American artists, to tell a story that spans the dark days of HIV/AIDS in the ‘80s/‘90s, and thru to the techngnostic promise of ‘00s Tokyo. It heralds the energy and purpose of deep house as underground music in a way that’s all too often lost in translation with the passage of time and successive waves of club goers, sensitively raising listeners to their feet but also knocking us over with moments of gut-punch poignance that most elegantly balances dancer’s emotions and proprioceptions.
Opening with a blend of sinuous deep house magick and Cajun blues fiddle in ‘Down Home Kami-Sakunobe’ and the flamenco-inflected chug-swing declarations of ‘Hobo Train’ that can be heard to hail their formative transition from Missouri to NYC in the late ‘80s, the poetic ambient vignettes ‘Saki-Chan (Pt.1)’ and ‘’F•ck the Down-Low’ let us know this ain’t your usual deep house record. The set’s sequencing then majorly comes into play with her banging fraternal anthem ‘B2B’ and its spine-shivering chords, giving way to ’Stand Up’, which ironically floors us with a “comedy” routine styled description - canned cackles included - of getting beat-up on the subway by a gang of Puerto Rican queens for her appearance, onlookers not offering help. A deeply canny spin on Celtic/Appalchian folk standard follows in ‘Black is the Color of my True Love’s Hair’, and they’ve simply got us by a thread with the immaculate procession of the Talk Talk-sampling vocal deep house pearl ‘Double Secret’, to the 13’ of ‘Crosstown’ (spot the Moodymann connection), a sublime piano rumination ‘Head (In My private Lounge, My Pad)’, into the closing flourish of filter house on ‘Infected’.
Real, genuine, all-time business.
please remember that we support Terre and Comatonse Recordings' efforts to keep projects offline, minor, and acting queerly. When purchasing this item, we ask you to refrain from uploading and indiscriminate sharing in any form. <3