by Benjamin Heath
If music for the dancefloor is intended for dancing, Mr. Scruff has disappointed. On this debut full-length from one of the premier British trip-hop remixers, one can't help but feel as though they maybe drank too much before heading out to the club. But if the listener is seated at home with a few friends after a night out, and perhaps some of these said friends have a little energy left over and don't mind a throbbing bassline and semi-interesting production, this record would be one to play. Mr. Scruff (aka Andy Carthy) offers a record that is at best a welcome change from those down-tempo records that come wrapped in a thick layer of self-serious posturing, but it comes with just as many clichés; the only thing done interestingly or with an innovative style is the trumpet playing of Josef Ward, though his three appearances leave the listener unsatisfied. Also, there is the fact that Mr. Scruff has said himself that he doesn't try very hard to make new music. The basslines are loping and the rhythms are base, though laid-back. There is an obvious dub presence, but one common in trip-hop. There are the obligatory ethnic rhythms and samples punctuating in redundancy the bass or the beats. Overall this record is mediocre and a disappointing release. Mr. Scruff should, perhaps, stay fast to remixing, or maybe try harder.