Oakenfold, Paul : Bunkka

...the place dance music goes to die...

The Oakenfold is, of course, [a]Paul Oakenfold[/a] – DJ ubermensch, [a]Happy Mondays[/a] co-producer and a prime mover in club culture from acid house onwards.

Perhaps realising that mainstream house music now seems about youthful and thrilling as a subscription to the Readers’ Digest, he’s made his first-ever album as an artist, a would-be genre-busting melting pot of his influences.

It is, alas, a disaster. For a start, [a]Paul Oakenfold[/a]’s Rolodex has failed him – his guest stars are the dodgiest bunch of has-beens since ‘An Audience With Lulu’. Perry Farrell, Ice Cube, [a]Tricky[/a] and the bloke from [a]Crazy Town[/a] bring nothing more to the party than dodgy lyrics and a sense of burned-out ennui.

‘Southern Sun’ distinguishes itself by having a decent tune, but it’s essentially nothing more revolutionary than the airy trance Perfecto has purveyed for years. That’s [a]Paul Oakenfold[/a]’s ‘Bunkka’ – the place dance music goes to die.

Alex Needham