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I just pulled this because it does not fit Wikipedia tone, but thought it should be preserved for a sandbox. -- Guroadrunner (talk) 04:48, 17 April 2011 (UTC)[reply]

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Some musical genres have an everlasting impact: all subsequent rock and pop bears something of their influence. Others just vanish: once their time has passed, it's as if they never happened. So it was with handbag house, which bestrode the charts in the mid-90s, the glittery, shallow sound of Britain's mainstream dancefloors. The big American house hits of the era - De'Lacy's Hideaway, Ultra Naté's Free, Robin S's Show Me Luv - seemed to inherit their emotional pull from the dance music of the 70s, sharing that weird, ineffable melancholy that lurked in even the most ostensibly euphoric disco anthem. But something about handbag house was incredibly British and tinny, as evidenced by the way it made stars of the most improbable people: Ben Ofoedu, ebullient singer of Phats and Small's Turn Around, who wound up squiring Vanessa Feltz and writing op-ed pieces for the Daily Express - handy for anyone frantic to learn what the guy who used to be in Phats and Small thought about Barack Obama's election. Then there's Tony Di Bart, a Buckinghamshire-based bathroom salesman who briefly abandoned competitive deals on sanitary wares for Top of the Pops. Handbag house seemed almost wilfully depthless, which, you could argue, made it the perfect music to soundtrack the brainless antics of DJs and club promoters detailed in Dom Phillips's recent history of the superclub era, Superstar DJs, Here We Go! These reach a pinnacle of crass stupidity when the DJ Alex P advises Jeremy Healy that the best way for him to get over the near-simultaneous deaths of his father and the mother of his child is to "go and buy a fuckin' Ferrari". Handbag was music that sounded like it thought that was quite a good idea. It clearly wasn't built to make a staying entry in the history books, and so it proved. Usurped in clubbers' affections by trance, it seemed to evaporate. In recent years, one occasionally caught a glimpse of what appeared to be its ghost in the charts, not least during the ascendancy of BodyRockers' effortlessly moronic single I Like the Way (You Move), a record that could have no better captured the hideous atmosphere of a provincial town centre at 3am on a Sunday if it had actually featured the sound of a woman urinating in the doorway of Matalan, but for the most part, handbag remained utterly forgotten.

But not, it would appear, for Dumfries-born producer and vocalist Calvin Harris. His gold-selling 2007 debut album, I Created Disco, tricked its songs out in sub-LCD Soundsystem hip electro garb, but any 90s clubbers with functioning memories might find something oddly familiar about his current single, Ready for the Weekend. The tinnily-hammered piano line, the faux-orchestral synth stabs, the diva-sung hookline hymning the pleasures of both clubbing and shoes: it sounds exactly like something Jeremy Healy might have played, in those rare moments when not dealing with an existential crisis in a car showroom. It's an unexpected musical diversion, but one that Harris sticks with for much of his second album. There's a rather blustery instrumental called 5iliconeator - proof that even the most avowedly poptastic bedroom synth-jockey harbours secret dreams of standing on a rooftop in Docklands, playing a laser harp while wearing asbestos oven gloves; there's a track called Blue with an odd, off-kilter rhythm and the pop-R&B of last summer's number one Dance Wiv Me; but mostly it sticks doggedly to four-to-the-floor beats and the dynamics of the mid-90s dancefloor, albeit varnished with vogueish sonic effects: Autotuned vocals, 80s-inspired slap bass, Daft Punk electronics. His other No 1, I'm Not Alone features the kind of icy synth breakdown once associated with Faithless. There are a lot of hands-in-the-air piano lines.

And just as handbag house occasionally worked as glossily depthless pop, so there are moments when Harris's implausible new direction pays off: it would be churlish to deny that Ready for the Weekend, in particular, is an insanely catchy bit of radio-friendly fluff. But glossily depthless is a hard trick to pull off over the course of an album. There's a reason why Phats and Small's 1999 opus Now Phats What I Small Music! seldom makes those Top 100 Albums of All Time lists. Here, the lyrics are garbage, not least on The Rain, where they appear to have been written by a mid-70s Miss World presenter: "The sun brings out her sex appeal". But that's not really the problem: the issue is that often the songs themselves aren't strong enough. You end up with things like Stars Come Out, the sound of a producer frantically chucking ideas at a melody so slight it's impossible to hit. When Ready for the Weekend is over, it vanishes, leaving no discernable trace: like the music that inspired it, it's as if it never happened[1][2].

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The following discussion is an archived discussion of a requested move. Please do not modify it. Subsequent comments should be made in a new section on the talk page. Editors desiring to contest the closing decision should consider a move review. No further edits should be made to this section.

The result of the move request was: not moved. IIO makes an excellent point, and there's no support for the move anyway. Andrewa (talk) 07:21, 4 October 2013 (UTC)[reply]


Ready for the Weekend (album)Ready for the Weekend – Only two topics with articles (so disambig unnecessary) and it's usually albums that take priority over songs, not always, but in this case it should. Unreal7 (talk) 15:52, 26 September 2013 (UTC)[reply]

The above discussion is preserved as an archive of a requested move. Please do not modify it. Subsequent comments should be made in a new section on this talk page or in a move review. No further edits should be made to this section.