CD1
1. ImpLog - Holland Tunnel Dive
2. Heaven 17 - (We Don't Need This) Fascist Groove Thing
3. The Peech Boys - Don't Make Me Wailt
4. Yazoo - Situation
5. Klein & MBO - Dirty Talk
6. New Order - The Beach
7. Cybertronic - Clear
8. The West Street Mob - Break Dancin'
9. Melle Mel - White Lines
10. Mantronix - Bassline
11. Kid 'n' Play - 2 Hype
12. Rob Base & EZ Rock - Get On The Dancefloor
CD2
1. Bam Bam - Give It To Me
2. Rhythm Is Rhythm - Nude Photo '88
3. A Guy Called Gerald - Voodoo Ray
4. FPI Project - Rich In Paradise
5. 808 State - Pacific State
6. Sueno Latino - Sueno Latino
7. 128th Street Crew - I Need A Rhythm
8. Deee-Lite feat Osca Child - Wild Times
9. Alison Limerick - Where Love Lives
10. Salt City Orchestra - The Book
11. De'Lacy - Hideaway
Is nostalgia the opium of the age? Does the body rule
the mind ordoes the mind rule the body? Burn down the disco
because it says nothing to me about my life! These are
thoughts that float through my mind as I close my eyes and
listen with my headphones turned up to the beats and pieces
of history that slide off The Hacienda.
Nostalgia for the heady smiley faced days of rave has
been in the air for a while but seems to have started to
gather pace. Pete Tong's Essential Classics, Rewind's Garage
Classics on Ministry of Sound and the most of the
Gatecrasher series seem to pander to aging ravers retro
cravings. The Hacienda is the second cd based around
the Manchester club to be released in the last two months.
The artwork on both is almost identical taking its cue from
the clubs modernist design. The tracks listing however seem
to offer up different versions of the clubs history.
Unlike Peter Hook's triple CD Hacienda classic, The
Hacienda - Volume One dares to return to the early days of
the club, days when the place was mostly empty and
haemorrhaging money. Those dark days before acid house and
Madchester provided salvation. Days when FAC51 was more
famous for its owners New Order and the bands that
played there James, The Smiths and
Madonna amongst them.
In the mid 1980s Morrissey and The
Smiths seemed to define Manchester's music seen. The
lifestyle ascetic that Morrissey preached was a world
removed from what was happening in Whitworth Street.
Although the Hacienda was still finding its feet, still
searching for its crowd, the music that they where playing
was cutting edge. It just seemed to take a while for the
cities residents to notice.
Disc one opens with the primitive electro of
ImpLOG's Holland Tunnel Drive, harsh treated vocals
and the sound of an airplane taking off set against a
nagging bassline. This music is a world removed from the
hands in the air happy house that most people would pin on
the Hacienda. The early extended synth pop of Heaven
17's (We Don't Need This) Fascist Groove Thing, The
Peach Boys' Don't Make Me Wait and Yazoo's
Situation all have faint echo's of the house revolution in
waiting.
The piano break on Fascist Groove Thing is pure
Italian house, the spacey dubby mix, dry clinical drums and
gospel tinged vocals of the Peach Boys proto rave. When
electro in the form of Kurtis Mantronix's peerless Bassline
and the early rap like White Lines were dropped into the
mix the sound of the Hacienda was born. The DJs were
forging ahead with a sound and vision that clearly
influenced New Order. The doubtful disco of New Order had
its genesis within the club's walls.
The northern house sound that developed from the
cross breeding of imported house music and the advent of
cheaper technology seeps out from disc two. Voodoo Ray by
A Guy Called Gerald and Pacific State by 808
State took house music and twisted it through the rain
lashed streets of Manchester. This was home grown answer to
the music pumping out of the Hacienda. It still sounds
vital, cutting edge and strangely English.
This is music
from the underground before acid house went mainstream.
Before formula replaced innovation, before the drugs and
money over took the music and guns and gangsters went in
search of easy pickings. Before Superclubs, mix CDs and
superstar DJs. The irony of this release is that when it
was open, the Hacienda was never perceived as a brand. If
it had been it may have ridden out the storm. I prefer that
it's sealed in space and time, locked in the grooves of
this CD and the foggy memories of its customers. Manchester,
Rave On.