Ahhhâ€¦ The Hacienda what more can be written for the club that gave us Tony Wilson, more tabloid column inches than Doherty and Manchesterâ€™s drug wars. Nothing in fact - which is why weâ€™re going to look at this album as an album and not in nostalgic back-in-in-the-day doe eyed haziness. The fact that this reviewer was playing with Ninja Turtles and heroically battling Bowser on Nintendo has absolutely nothing to do with it. Itâ€™s not a club maaaaaaan itâ€™s a feeling. Ahemâ€¦
We all felt the reverberations of its influence but what about the choons? Well fortunately for anyone wise enough to add this to their collection theyâ€™re in for a treat. From the word go this rawks, the plane taking off cacophony of ImpLOGâ€™s â€˜Holland Tunnel Diveâ€™ to the out and out classic groove of Grandmaster Flashâ€™s â€˜White Linesâ€™ this is as relevant now as Iâ€™m sure it wouldâ€™ve been in the good old days. Listening to this album without reaching for imaginary lasers in nigh impossible and by the time CD 1 ends with the incredible â€˜Get On The Dancfloorâ€™ by Rob Base and EZ Rock youâ€™re left wishing for a time that flares were cool and you didnâ€™t look a complete tool sellotaping a bottle of Vics to your face. The Jacko sample and early rap lyricism of first one ended with Bam Bamâ€™s â€˜Give It To Meâ€™ incredible bongo rock and acid bass dilating your pupils quicker than you can say gun crime. Also present and correct is the still amazing â€˜Voodoo Rayâ€™ by A Guy Called Gerald â€“ it had to be though I guess but still stands as the quintessential Acid House track despite it being cursed. A Guy Called Gerald waived a lot of money on this in royalties as he believed this to be true â€“ Ecstacy, Know the score!
All in all this is pretty decent reminder to all that were there and an excellent introduction to those who werenâ€™t. Now The Hacienda is an upmarket housing development for twats with too much loot itâ€™s easy to get bored with the Factory branding and the (adopts LCD Soundsystem voice) â€˜I was thereâ€¦â€™ ranting of the clubâ€™s faithful but these choons stand up brilliantly even today which is in a feat in itself. Itâ€™s obvious that if it hadnâ€™t of gone down in The Hacienda it wouldâ€™ve happened somewhere else but it didnâ€™t. It happened in The Hacienda and that is still something to shout about even now.