There are certain names in house music that carry a particular kind of weight. Not the loudest in the room, not the ones plastered across festival headliners with the regularity of a bus timetable, but the ones whose records keep turning up in the bags of the DJs you actually trust. James Curd is one of those names.
Chicago-born and now, somewhat improbably, calling South Australia home, Curd has spent the better part of three decades building a body of work that refuses to sit still. As one half of Greenskeepers he helped shape a strain of house that was witty, song-driven and deeply musical at a time when a lot of the genre…
