History of The Track
The project behind the track started out with Stakker, a collaborative project by the video artists Mark McClean and Colin Scott. They needed music to support their video and contacted Brian Dougans. They sent a demo video tape containing graphics and some music to Morgan Khan who (although he didn't appreciate the video) invited Brian Dougans to record 2 demos at his Dance Studios in Ealing London. He probably made use of the Roland TB-303 synthesizer and the Roland TR-808 Rhythm Composer. The Evil Otto sample “Humanoid” from the videogame Berzerk provided the name of the track.
The track was originally called “Humanoid” to be put out by Stakker through Morgan Khan's label Westside Records, though Morgan released it as “Stakker Humanoid” by “Humanoid” to avoid copyright issues. A dispute had arisen between Brian Dougans and Colin Scott / Mark McClean and before the record was in the shops, Stakker and Brian Dougans split, ending their working relationship which had lasted just over a year. However Mark McClean and Brian Dougans were to continue working together on The Future Sound of London project.
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