Andy Stott - North to SouthYevgeny Zamyatin, in his novel "We," said that the appeal of dance lies in its unfreedom, that the pleasure we derive from dancing is due to our submission to that unfreedom. This could be true for certain kinds of dancing, where the movements are prescribed, but what about just casual, Friday night, out-at-the-bar dancing? Is there still unfreedom inherent in that kind of movement? During which, one would think, the dancer submits not to prescribed 'moves,' but to feelings incited by music? Is casual dancing not really dancing at all, but instead mere flailing? I don't have the answers here, just the questions.I like that "North to South" sounds like a waterfall or maybe a flood burdened with debris. There's a regular, pulsing pace to it, but every so often, something new comes through. A beat wrinkle. Vocal shards. A flood of a song that's taken on the detritus of other songs that lay in its path (that sounds confusing, but listen to it and it'll make sense). Scary, thrilling, mysterious.[Buy Passed Me By]