Luck Be A Weirdo Tonight

Can Fila Brazillia cook or can't it? Forget everything you've ever heard about downtempo. Ignore the pundits who deride British trip-hop, citing their utter confusion over the term and its practitioners. Distance yourself from those who pillory the fact that much of the Ninja Tune/NineBar/Pork contingent is responsible for the most flaccid of tunes and the most gutless of grooves. Fila Brazillia perhaps epitomises all that is right in the giant melting pot we call "electronica".
Yeah, there's jazz--there's lots of jazz ("Weasel Out the Muck"). There's silly dub antics ("Rustic Bellyflop"), there's bass-fuzz hip-hop ("Do the Hale-Bopp"), and, of course, there's outright electro-weirdness ("Hells Rarebit"). There is, in fact, a little something for anyone with catholic-enough tastes. One basically has to let the bizarreness and instrumental prowess of the Fila Brazillians just flow over the head like aural molasses. It's a glorious noise.|