In a studio filled with a fog of skunk smoke somewhere in north London –
“I’ve got a great idea for a cover. We take one of of the tracks off of that album that sort of re-invented garage rock and made every spotty teenager want to pick up a guitar again rather than a sampler or a set of decks, and . . . this is the good bit we turn it into an acid jazz, soul, dancefloor friendly groove. Won’t that blow people’s minds!!”.
That is how I like to think the conversation went during the conception of this track, although probably not.
You will either love this or hate it. I think it is as funky as fuck and make no apologies to the tight arsed indie snobs who will cry “sacrilege” and weep into their extremely expensive bottled lager.
Jumbonics – Last Nite