The indie and alternative music society at university was called No Wave, and every Thursday a bunch of us would sit in the student union, cradling a pint and we would discuss things like which gigs we wanted to go to, which bands we were listening to and which up and coming acts we wanted to try and coax to play a gig in the dingy basement bar that we used for our events. Nearly every single one of us hung on every word that the NME told us back then – because back then the NME was just about relevant and back then, writing for the NME was something of a dream job for the average indie society lad – so our favourite bands were pretty much what the NME told us.
For the first six months or so, mentioning anything that was dance music orientated was enough to have you banished from indie club for crimes against twee. If you told the gang (mainly boys it has to be said – but more of them later) that you’d mainly been listening to someone like, Leftfield or god fordbid Massive Attack, you were likely to be stabbed in the back of the knees with a sharpened promotional Kula Shaker CD.
But by the end of our final year at the university, we were running two club nights – the standard indie pop event on your Thursday and on Fridays as part of a wider student night, we got to share a booth with the proper DJs, the ones who knew MCs, could do scratching and beatmixing and make that squiggly noise that proper DJs do when they rewind a record. The one condition we had was that we had to be ‘easy on the guitars’. Piece of piss we yelled across the booth as the dancefloor cleared as we segued uselessly from some house classic into something by Ash.
Let’s continue the countdown of some of the tracks we probably ‘dropped’ on those sweaty Friday nights.
37. Rude Boy Rock – Lionrock (1998, Time Bomb Records)
See Also – Don’t Die Foolish – Lionrock (1996, Time Bomb Records)
You can, will and probably should blame Fatboy Slim for most of dance records that dominated your indie discos in the late nineties, but if you are looking for someone else to blame then you can look towards Justin Robertson, the genius behind Lionrock. Because, roughly, six months before Fatboy became as well known as Tony Blair (and almost as guilty of as many heinous crimes against humanity – almost) Justin Robertson was spearheading the short lived Amyl House scene with his friends Dave Clarke and Jon Carter (who like Fatboy Slim married a Radio 1 DJ). That scene paved the way via a thing called the Heavenly Sunday Social (a rave in a pub on a Sunday evening, where the decks were set up on an upturned pool table) for the Big Beat explosion.
36. Hyperreal (Orbit Mix) – The Shamen (1990, One Little Indian Records)
See Also (sadly) Ebeneezer Goode – The Shamen (1991, One Little Indian Records)
If you are looking for someone to blame for the dance music at your indie disco in the early to mid nineties – then you can blame The Shamen, who after starting out in life as a jangly guitar band, sold their guitars and bought synthesizers, embraced synthetic drugs, befriended some cool DJs and producer and made full on rave classics like ‘Hyperreal’. Rave classics that stayed largely ignored until they got their mad eyed gibbon of a dancer called Mr C to tell the world about how great ecstasy was – then of course, we all decided that we loved them and packed the dancefloors to their previously ignored attempts at indie rave.
35. Halluelujah (Club Mix) – Happy Mondays (1987, Factory Records)
See Also W.F.L (Vince Clarke Mix) – Happy Mondays (1988, Factory Records)
Don’t See Also – Kinky Afro – Happy Mondays (1990, Factory Records)
Although, of course, your classic indie raver will tell you that it is all Shaun William Ryder’s fault. He got there first. He was the first indie kid to drop ecstasy and then go on a bender with the likes of Paul Oakenfold and Andy Weatherall and as the Madchester scene exploded everywhere that baggy sound that had a few years earlier already sort of exploded in the clubs became a ‘thing’. Seven or eight years later when Black Grape reminded everyone of Ryder’s genius, it gave everyone an excuse to dig out those old Mondays mixes, which were just as popular as ever.