It’s not long down a list like that
where I start to feel religious: have I been wrong this whole time?
Is drum ‘n’ bass a genre I ought to immerse myself within
until I have a keen sense of even its most subtle shadings? Have I
given Eurotrance the short schrift? Is Kurtis Mantronix actually great
God almighty? Is it not the case that I am not the kind of person
who listens to this kind of thing? Fortunately for all concerned,
I have ready access to rule #1: the secret to enjoying good music
is amnesia. The Lawrence album stands up nicely on its own without
supporting documentation. Critics not in possession of rule #1 might
say something along the lines of “if you only buy one dance album
this year, make it Lawrence’s self-titled CD on the Ladomat label.”
Screw that. Forget what you thought you knew about dance music and
listen to Lawrence. Forgetting is everything. Ignorance is bliss.
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