Contributed By: DC Cox
Created On: Tuesday, 20 May 2008
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 DVNO Along it’s fantastical Eighties way, some guy with a trashy, affected mid-Atlantic accent bangs on about “the ladies” and something being all very “D.V.N.O." ( a purposefully nonsensical expression, before you start dropping it down the pub), whilst the claps from Forget Me Nots by Patrice Rushen wink cheekily forth, encouraging us to all throw nostalgia shapes like Michael Jackson’s extended family in the Thriller video.
The needle jumps, the speakers pop and fizzle and the sheer translation of such an explosion of emotion wrought to wax overloads your sound-system. It’s evidently life, Jim, and there’s obviously something going on over in Justice Land, but beyond that, so much so ho-hum.
In Simon Reynold’s history of dance music, Energy Flash, the author argues that acid house had peaked by the time every track played at a rave needed to be a classic, had to be an anthem; turning the nuanced extended voyage of the creative DJ’s set into a tiring onslaught of hits.
Which translates into a case for arguing that not everything can – or should - be amazing all of the time; without the dips the highs have no perspective and the thrill of the flow loses its appeal - a basic principle that Justice seem to be unaware of across D.V.N.O.
 
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