![]() ![]() The anxiety behind this resistance-that sampling replaced “real musicianship”-seems ridiculous in hindsight, not just because instrumentalists continue to thrive a decade and a half on, but also because it was such a surface-level understanding of the sampler’s impact. Even up to the late 2000s in India, the rock underground was so wary of samplers that bands like Pentagram and Medusa were treated with jeers and bottles on Mumbai’s stages. But there was a time when the sampler was every so-called music purists’ enemy No.1. It’s hard now, with our post-modernist Society of the Insta-Spectacle, to think of a world where sampling isn’t widespread in music and the arts. This ability to reinject wonder and magic into the algorithmic data-stream of modern music consumption is just one of the ways sampling has transformed popular music and its relationship with our cultural and social past. Not just at the awesome crate-digging abilities of producers Preemo and The Purist, but also the fact that there are still musical oddities like this waiting to be excavated. By the time the label confirmed that no, they were not playing a prank on me, I realised most of the other credited samples were similarly un-Googleable. Google threw up zero results for the track, as did Discogs. Two fruitless hours later, I had to email the label. This is the sort of mystery that’s irresistible to a writer trying to finish a music review on a deadline, so I decided to try and track down the song.Īlso read: Sudan Archives: this queen of electro-R&B is a genre-bender I have listened to everything they have released-along with much of the band members’ extensive non-Fugazi catalogue-and I had never heard of Victor Lustig. The thing is, I have been a Fugazi fan since I first heard the warbling bassline on Waiting Room as a 12-year-old. It’s not the idea of a 2022 boom-bap nostalgia record sampling Ian MacKaye and Guy Picciotto’s punk-dub anthems that caught me off-guard (in fact, there’s a certain poetic rightness to it). Was it a sample, or just something Preemo had dug out of his archives? I checked the credit sheet and found out the song samples Victor Lustig by the iconic Washington, DC post-hardcore band Fugazi. There was something about the way the track strutted and swaggered with cartoonish menace. I had been listening to the eponymous debut album by the UK hip hop duo White Girl Wasted and there’s this grungy little keys-and-bass combo on the DJ Premier cut Doc Ellis that became an instant ear-worm. Early in September, I found myself on a wild goose chase online. ![]()
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