This is the archive of gabba.cc, one of the first mp3 blogs.
It's somewhere else... and I like being there. You don't have to join us, we're having a great time together, just don't tell my girlfriend.

Joyous lurch-step from Trapez - stuttered doo-wop vocals over a flickering boogie. Uncatagorisable, yet irrepressible, like a party in a cuboard... with the strobe on. Mad Props to Ambrose for playing this out.

Giddy nihilistic proto-gabba, quite tame and consequently... hilarious! Tom.E, you rawk. C'mon!

Delicate electro-pop shimmer from the Erland 'Kings of Convenience' Oye, riding shot-gun with the smoothest man in New Jersey. A coy PetShopBoys flashback, reassuring like the motorway home at night.

Juice Aleem wakes up in an awkward position. He's a British MC in a crunchy downtempo beat affair, (a potential NIGHTMARE). It doesn't bode well. However, Jean-Philippe Verdin's click-hop twilight of sleepy strings and shuffling beats turns this from a queasy murk to a sweet reverie.

Heere come da brand new ting - "It's music Jim, but not as we know it" - I can't believe this track exists outside of my head, it's exactly what I've been looking for. Micro-2step, of course.

Murky and unfathomable, it’s hard to tell what redeems this: the numb groove? the smokey vocal? whatever, there’s a lingering defiance to this throb.

Deliciously vain with a s3xy shiver, this retro-chic house sets a predatory bass under a steely electro pivot.... then the deadpan vocals drift over, so vacuous and satisfied, immediately I'm jealous. A backroom of flickering neon, shameless degeneracy and heightened senses in the A.M. [thanks for the heads up Tim]

An interim upload to check the Deutsch Haus prevalence. Still, the nerds have found a slinky groove and it's got HAND CLAPS (I'm so predictable)

the lighter side of Deutchland, a fine slice of bleep pop about a panda bear...

A bag of nerves, it wrong foots from the start, juddering in like the locked groove work-outs those Daft Punks made their own, till the squashed vocal interupts and suddenly we're in a different kind of club. Irrepressible, yet cool.

false memorys from the eighties, nostalgia is even better than the real thing.

Urgent and restless, this compressed techno-dub shakes off the confines of genre and jams. Stumbling over itself and fighting, tenatious and desperate; it wants something.... It wants it NOW.

BOOOOTYBASSS with a magma flow from Ms Parker, with DJs Assault and Godfather. Play at any speed, it still kills.

A saccarine supanova, this lazer-guided pop goes straight for the cerebral cortex and trips out the trash filter.

Electro-funk comedown from the early 80s, written by a Danish duo waiting for their third band member to turn up. Perhaps he was still having too much of a gooood time..

Drexciya were the 90s electro vanguard, a stuggle between analogue and digital, harnessed by a stiff electro break - Lest we forget... James Stinson R.I.P.

It would be unwise to dismiss J Mascis as a bit player in the whole grunge scene as this track demonstrates. All the definitions of classic Dinosaur Jnr requirements are met, howling guitars, overlong solos and vocals reminicent of a drugged sloth.

remember no dinosaur no sebadoh hmmmm? GIMMIE INDIE ROCK!

A return to form for St Etienne even down to the whimsical voice over at the start .. ACE!

A stirring echo of the eighties, this haunted pop survives in the shadowy pre-goth, post-punk limbo. Understated, but epic, we can still hear it bright and clear; sharp enough to cut through the murk that followed.

new on mille-plateaux, two styles blended seamlessly....

from a great new album on morr music, similar to lali puna, but with more guitars and pop sensibiltys.. lovely ..

Scuzzy sub-woofer baiting dancefloor hurricane. Sure, it plays tough but keeps the bouldering bass in check with a kinky step.

word -> association / call -> response / hip-hop -> old-skool / esoteric -> vocalism / upbeat -> bounce / worth the time? -> hell, yeah!

Crumbling beauty from South American Leandro Fresco, an Eno-scape of forgotten melody and wounded synths, ebbing away on an eastern breeze. So slight and indistinct I forget I'm listening to a track and wonder why I'm so happy/sad. File Under: Music that glows in the dark.

In-line with the new-look Missy this is a stripped down staccato funk affair. Ever nimble she skips over Tim’s brittle Krupa and lurch production. With her sassy burble Missy’s the boss; she’s staying ‘on top’.

Staunch droid boogie. Audible smooths out the shivery electro percussion with an acid wiggle that's so sweet you want to put it in a box and take it home.

Contemporary no-wave funk strut - live, sharp and dry. Is this a reaction to electroclash?

Funk collage portrait of Prince - a collaborative Matmos side-project.

Smoother than the autobahn, this Kraft-re-werk has stolen my weekend with it's silky electro-funk and padded analogue, inducing much bad 80s dancing and late night diversions onto the motorway.

insensitive 80's male -im a needy girl and he rocks my world.

STOP PRESS: Luomo goes 2-step, or at least this mix does.

Bunker records prove once again that you dont need Miami sunshine for Booty action..

Stoopid fresh hip-hop with a killer japanese hook..

Click-Click BANG! Nastradamus returns. Teeth bared, explosive, his sure-foot lyrical stomp and brute flo hold back the beat clamity. Bottom line = Nas don't give a f**k.

Safe ghetto excursion with an infectious strum, the story continues, tha drama continues....

Heavyweight!

With nothing but an off-the-wall thump and brittle rim-shot snaps this hollow pop funk opens up a bewildering space. Add the disorientating vocals, it's like dancing on a tilted dancefloor. Look ma, no drugs.

One for the Techno Purists out there. This novelty rock cover's an interesting experiment, even if the results are somewhat redundant.

Stirring eastern string arrangements brutally sacrificed in the 606 mentalist tradition. A more refined cluster-f**k break assault, it makes it's point and leaves.

First of December, time to get in the mood and celebrate..... it's a party, everyone's welcome, just come.

The slow burning A-side from another outstanding Mayer EP. Staggeringly simple, the stalking lo-freq bass is strong enough to pass for a hook, but he teases out an insidious high end acid line and goes to town with the tension.

The Ruler's Back, Hoo-e! I think I'll be heading down the deed poll office again to change my name. Perhaps not in character this time; in an effort to avoid last years 'Jiggaman' debacle.

They're back with more organic motornik: clockwork grooves, out of focus melodies and dreamy understatement, like falling asleep to the buzz of transit on the backseat of a car. [as ever thanks to Tim.F]

The Sound of a bunker in Berlin Circa '92

An ernest emo-house track. All the Vocal traits that urged me to dismiss it are celebrated, which works, when the intimacy's set in relief by Superpitcher's lo-key throb. Against my better judgement, I'm smitten.

Sweet un-love-d song. The perpetually plummetting Mr Lewis cheers me no end, and besides, I'm a sucker for psychogeography. "We don't buy your loser shtick Jeffrey. You're as happy as a fool!" (Is that the sound of a road in the background?)

Nas rolls his cool vehemence over a nattering beat as if nothing were simpler. I'm sure he raps in his sleep.

UNFORTUNATELY OUR SERVER HOSTS HAVE DECIDED TO WIPE ALL THE FILES FROM AMP, PLEASE BARE WITH US AND WE'LL HAVE SOME NEW STUFF UP VERY SOON!

Feeling bad about the 20gigs of mp3s on your harddrive, every now and then you just have to delete them all and start again, or someone else will do it for you ;) We're sorry eminem!( stolen from micromusic.net)

we're back with files hidden away on the back of a server somewhere (shhh!). This is a tune about computors, zero, one, zero zero, ONE!

Jade takes Timba's skyscraping Hip-Pop above the clouds, leaving him to croak the chorus with the angelic Nate over an insidious acid riff. Heavenly.

Powerbook out-put of meteorological proportions.

RnB just ain't what it used to be....