“I'm what you might describe as the classic underachiever. I tread that fine line between boffin-dom and the grand amateur.” Andrew Weatherall, 1997. Andrew Weatherall has always been good for a quote. From the deep, dark days of early acid house to the deep, dark days of the modern-day Two Lone Swordsmen, if you’re looking for an opinion on the largely insipid world of dance music, then Andrew’s always had that happy knack of cutting straight to the chase, delighting and upsetting in roughly equal measures. The swaggering original moody DJ. The popstar producer. Bastion of the underground. One-time (ahem) Balearic figure-head. Electronic experimentalist. Peerless explorer of the minimal techno sound. Arch grumbler. Londoner. Honorary Yorkshireman. All these notions have been bandied about by punters and critics alike in a bid to pin down Weatherall’s role in music. Yet none of them quite fits the bill. And even when they do hit the mark they’re often far too paradoxical to make much sense. In the dull as ditch-water world of dance music personalities, Andrew Weatherall comes across as a refreshing and involving character. This has always been reflected in all his musical output since those formative days remixing Primal Scream’s rocky original into the pivotal ‘Loaded’. Weatherall’s history goes back far to the beginning of the British acid house scene having swung gigs for himself at Danny Rampling’s legendary Shoom night off the back of the sort of sounds showcased on Andrew’s compilation for Nuphonic, entitled ‘9 O’Clock Drop’. Subsequent to this, his connections with the original Boys Own record label (and fanzine) led to artist releases, remixes and a string of legendary London clubs such as Blood Sugar, Circulation, and of course Sabresonic (where the fledgling David Holmes cut his teeth). It was through Primal Scream though that Andrew first made his name. As the producer of ‘Screamadelica’ he took The Primals, twisted them (best not to ask how) and in turn created the hybrid of narcotically challenged rock and acid house that is ‘Screamadelica’, now seen as a generation-defining release. It was through the club Sabresonic and Andrew’s remix productions that he tied-in with Jagz and Burns forming the live/studio Sabres of Paradise band. More often than not shows would see Andrew standing at the side of the stage possibly doing fuck all other than smoking fags. No-one was quite sure. What is certain is that these experiences drew Andrew away from the Screamadelica-inspired lime-light that beckoned and back into the subterrain to develop the dark, experimental sounds he has subsequently become known and respected for.