Displaying items by tag: 1988
ZANI’s Football Quiz
When Positive Energy of Madness met Danny Rampling November 1989
Gio Goi 1988 Collection
Gio Goi is back, back on the shelves, in the clubs and on the streets as it releases its new range of clothing. But probably the most significant thing about its return is the fact its back in the hands of the guys who gave it us the first time round, The Donnelly brothers.
A Celebration of Scottish House Parties
Shaun Ryder talks to ZANI
successful but also have been highly influential,
Frankie Knuckles Remembered

There are ONLY two words, other than the words themselves, which mean House Music … and those two words are … FRANKIE KNUCKLES.
I first read those two words in a New York Record store in 1987, when I was attending the New Music Seminar, looking for tracks to sign to my 'Urban' label. An up and coming DJ by the name of Paul Oakenfold and myself, were in Vinyl Mania on a midweek early afternoon, listening to
Andrew Weatherall -Archive -Interview : From PEOM
Andy Weatherall and I didn't always see eye to eye until around 1992 when I climbed onto the decks at “Bagley’s Studio's", whilst he was playing. Something then just clicked with us and he agreed to do an interview. An ideal time to speak to Andy as he was leaving the Boys Own fanzine and embarking on various projects.
Danny Rampling - Archive Interview : From PEOM

Fashion in the mid 80's, was very conservative and not really saying anything. Then there was a slight flirt with 70's fashion, and all of sudden people were dressing down, jeans, trainers, smiley tee-shirts and bandannas, topped with yells of "acid!" Getting drunk was now not the done thing, there was a new drug in town called Ecstasy; "American House wives choice." And by God, they were good.
Dizzie Hites -Archive Interview -From PEOM

In 1988, obscure records were surfacing and doing the rounds on the decks in Acid House/Balearic clubs. Would I find Love by Dizzie Hites was one such record, which was being played on a regular basis at the clubs which I was frequenting.
They Call it Acid
Picture This – London Town 1987. A once swinging city paralyzed by a cult of conformity and materialism. The youth more pre-occupied with getting on the property ladder than getting “on one.” But something stirs deep in the heart of the city’s underground – the sound of pumping bass and percussion. A seismic shift in London’s landscape is about to happen.