Toy House by Craze: A Funky Little Time Capsule from 1990
Alright, let’s talk about Toy House by Craze, a hidden gem tucked away in the funk and soul section of your imaginary record store. Released in 1990 on Fortune Records, this album rides that New Jack Swing wave with style. It’s got just two tracks—yeah, you heard me right—but don’t let the brevity fool ya. These tunes pack enough bounce to make even your grumpy neighbor tap their foot.
First up, there’s “Toy House (Radio Mix).” Man, this track is slick. The beat hits like a cool breeze on a summer day, smooth but sharp enough to grab your attention. You’ve got these funky synth stabs and a bassline so groovy it feels like it's winking at you. It’s one of those songs where you can almost picture the neon lights and shoulder pads of the '90s. I remember this track because it’s impossible not to move to it—it’s like your body just gets it. Plus, the vocals? Super catchy without being over-the-top. It’s not trying too hard, which makes it all the more charming.
Then there’s “Toy House (Instrumental).” Now, if you’re someone who digs layers in music, this version is a treat. Without vocals, you really hear how tight the production is. The drums slap harder, the synths shimmer brighter, and the whole thing feels like a late-night drive through city streets. Honestly, it’s kinda wild how flipping the script to instrumental gives the track a totally different vibe. Feels more cinematic, like the soundtrack to some lost retro thriller or something.
Props to the Livingstons—Armonn producing and Don R. executive-producing—for crafting such a vibe-heavy project. They clearly knew what they were doing, letting the groove do most of the talking. And hey, maybe keeping it short was a smart move. Sometimes less really is more, y’know?
Reflecting on Toy House, I can’t help but think it’s kinda underrated. Like, why isn’t this album getting more love today? Maybe it’s the limited tracklist or the fact that Fortune Records wasn’t exactly a household name. But honestly, that adds to its charm. It’s like finding an old mixtape at a thrift store—you know it’s special because not everyone knows about it.
Oh, and here’s a random thought: listening to this album makes me wanna build an actual toy house. Just saying.
