The Muso did a blogosphere colab thing a month ago right.
Anyway, inspired, I sat down and whacked on a few Monster Hits CDs shortly afterwards. And with flipping great awesome choonage like Informa, Automatic Lovah, No Limit and Mr Vain I thought I'd give my own critique of the entire collection. Very seriously of course. No tongue and cheek here.
Monster Hits is a [circa] early-90s techno compilation, started in 1991. Only South Africans who went through puberty during that time, know what it is. Most of us had our first graunch on Looking In Her Big Brown Eyes.
It's timeframe was wedged neatly between the bubblegummy synthesizers of the 80s aerobic period, and the rise of mainstream rave and house music in the mid-to late 90s. Influences are taken from both these genres, noted in the 3 000 beats per second background ensemble, laced together with synthesized electric keyboards and some rapper and/or femi-vocalist.
The Monster Hits collection peaks and troughs as each compilation was launched. I believe the classic, easily distinguishable style so known of the music, climaxed on Monster Hits 3 and 4. The music only matured and found itself during the course of Monster Hits 2, with songs like Informa, Never Let Her Slip Away and Dr Alban's Sing Hallelujah.
By Monster Hits 3, these school social regulars became popular culture anthems, with the likes of Mr Vain, You Got To Show Me Love (which is still played at the Manhattan Club between 2:00 and 3:00am – half the reason I go there) and Exterminate.
By the iconic Monster Hits 4, we were really into the swing of things. By now our braces had come off, and we'd all puked up Hunter's Gold. This is my personal favourite out of my five albums.
Then, suddenly as the 90s semi-transformed itself with other sub-cultures, things started to go downhill. Fucking Cheryl Crowe and Bump 2 were starting to dominate our boom boxes.
Monster Hits tried to bridge the gap, with less synthesizers and the beats dropped dramatically to only 1 000 per second, which was its first mistake. Don't fix something if it ain't broke. By the time Monster Hits 7 hit the shelves, we were forced to listen to Scatman's World and The Macarena. These two songs, I believe, were the final nail in the coffin.
Monster Hits 9 was the last one I ever bought, with the Trainspotting soundtrack on it. It's time in the limelight was over, 90s techno was dead.
Except, unlike my friends, I kept every one of my albums. I was a real fan, see. They're collector's items. One can't buy them on eBay even if they sold their ovaries. And I have the originals.
I am so cool.