House
Paul Oakenfold
Perfecto Vegas
(Thrive)
**1/2
Let me admit something right off the bat: I know nothing about house music. Nothing. So I don’t know whether I sound like a philistine when I say every track on Paul Oakenfold’s Perfecto Vegas sounds so insanely similar that I cannot differentiate between any of them. Very energetic and often quite trippy, the album certainly evokes a time and a place. Call me ignorant (no, seriously — do it) but aside from a few interspersed trippy moments and pulsating beats, Perfecto Vegas is nothing but buildups and slowdowns. And yet house devotees adore Oakenfold. Why can’t I do the same? Perhaps it’s like my feelings about the Grateful Dead: I can’t help but feel like I’m missing out on something. Am I not on the right drugs? Or am I not sitting in the right posh lounge, swallowing enough high-priced drinks? And if I’m not, could someone please take me there? And could you buy my drinks as well? These CD reviews don’t pay much.
CURTIS WRIGHT
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