How d'ya make it slide around like that

Judi Chicago are a gaggle of guys from Atlanta that just turned my day on its head. Being a former ATL-ien, I've seen then several times in both GA and NY, and as such I know that, live, they make an electroacid kool-aid, with a little free-form beat poetry to make Shaun Ryder a proud pappa, that begs to be guzzled.

What I never expected was for their new album, Bright Lights Fun City, to do the impossible and translate the sweaty, tongue-in-cheek genius to a recorded medium.

Judi Chicago: Universal Butter

So what all happens in this song? An almost tribal house groove gets paved, and re-paved, fucking cemented in fact, there's a heady, trippy chorus, and a sax solo, all with that hypnotic Kerouac-ian chant, by Ben Coleman, of "butter butter butter butter". This isn't a song as much as a voodoo chant, a command to strip to your socks like you're in a southern summer.  And the entire album is like this--track after track of post-ironic, entirely irreverent stream-of-thought Acid House. It's enough to make James Murphy wet himself in jealousy. You can almost hear Ben singing "Atlanta, I love you, but we're sweating it out." Summer is officially here, because Judi Chicago commands it.

How DO they make it all fucking rock like that? Well...it's butter, ya know what I mean?