Album Review: "Nonstop" by Ian "45" Carey – A House Gem That Keeps On Giving
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—2004 wasn’t exactly yesterday. But when you stumble across Nonstop by Ian "45" Carey, it feels like finding an old mixtape in your car’s glove compartment and realizing, “Oh snap, this is still fire!” Released under Executive Records and Houseworks (props to France and Germany for keeping the beats global), this little slice of house heaven hits all the right notes without trying too hard.
Now, I’m not gonna lie—the album only has two tracks, but man, do they pack a punch. First up, we’ve got “Nonstop (Main Mix)”, which is basically what happens if caffeine had a soundtrack. It’s sleek, minimalistic, and groovy as hell, with that classic house vibe that makes your shoulders shimmy even if you’re just standing at a bus stop pretending to be cool. The bassline? Sticky enough to glue your feet to the dancefloor. And those synth stabs? They’re sharper than your ex’s comeback texts. You remember this track because it doesn’t try to reinvent the wheel—it just rolls smoothly.
Then there’s “Nonstop (Carnival Mix)”, which flips the script entirely. If the Main Mix is your go-to office playlist for faking productivity, the Carnival Mix is where things get wild. Imagine neon lights, confetti cannons, and someone handing you a cocktail while shouting, “Welcome to Ibiza!” This remix throws some extra spice into the mix—percussive layers, carnival-esque vibes, and a rhythm so infectious you’ll start air-djing on your coffee table. Trust me, I’ve done it. Twice.
Props to iO for mastering this bad boy; they clearly knew how to make these tunes shine brighter than a disco ball on steroids.
Reflecting on Nonstop, it’s kinda funny how such a short release can leave such a big impression. Maybe it’s the simplicity, or maybe it’s just really good music. Either way, listening to this album feels like reconnecting with an old friend who still knows how to throw a killer party. Honestly, if more albums were like Nonstop, DJs worldwide would probably run out of excuses for bad sets. So here’s to Ian "45" Carey—thanks for giving us something that truly lives up to its name. Now excuse me while I attempt the Carnival Mix shuffle again… hopefully without breaking anything this time.
