Jan
12
2018
0

Disco Baby

r-1849580-1461771619-3999-jpegArjune Popo – Disco Baby

How could it go wrong with cover art like that?

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Jan
12
2018
0

Do The Zru

Zru Vogue – Do The Zru

This was one of too many records I had in the bag(s) at the NYE gig. Even though I lusted to play it beforehand the timing just didn’t feel right… until the party was over and I got a little lost in the garden watching peoples breath condensing in the cold winter air. It was too late. Nothing lasts forever or actually a few hours more would have been just enough. Maybe next time then.

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Jan
10
2018
0

Disco Dance

Strikers – Disco Dance

Massive German private pressing from ’81. Dirty cheap production with an almost acid like synth repeating through the track. What can i say besides, Let’s go Disco dance, Disco dance, Disco dance!

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Jan
10
2018
0

Disco Partie

Jan-Lou Bernatets et le Groupe Schunt – Disco Partie

Jan-Lou Bernatets et le Groupe Schunt – Ballade Disco

N’acceptez pas les edits! Only the actual original vinyls will do.

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Jan
08
2018
0

Ahalen Wasahlen Mon Amour

Abu Hafla – Ahalen Wasahlen, Mon Amour

“The night after my return from Baghdad, I, Ssidi Mansor, the seventh son of Calif Ssidi K’ur, began to feel very agitated and so I removed all my clothes until I was completely naked. I then unwound my turban made of the silks of Ab’Naah region, and twisted it to make a rope. Then I instructed my slave to take me to river bank outside Balsora where I knew of the nest of the giant Kruut, a bird larger in size than an elephant, and very dangerous. I climbed up to the nest and tied the end of the robe round the sleeping bird’s leg so that it would carry me away with it to the Island of Mesedjel H’Ab where the bird was rumoured to have a mate, and where seven maidens of astonishing lewdness were rumoured to live inside a magnificent palace. At the first light of dawn, the bird woke, spread its immense wings and took flight. So high did it rise into the sky that the earth almost vanished from sight, and I was certain to die of fright, but it landed on an island where I saw a palace built with rock crystal, copper, fine steel, brass, touchstone, silver, and shining gold. I had heard whispers that the maidens had furnished the palace most sumptuously, in a manner to excite the mind, with the finest linens from several parts of the world, some painted in the brightest colours, with apes, landscapes, trees, and flowers; silks and brocades from Persia, China, and other places; porcelain from Japan and China, foot carpets of all sizes: I untied myself while the bird emptied it’s bowels, and I entered the palace and found all the tales to be true, surprising me so much that I knew not how to believe my own eyes; I was dazzled by the lustre of the pearls, diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and other precious stones exposed. But if I was amazed at seeing so many riches in one place, I was also much surprised seeing seven maidens reclining on divans, naked but wearing necklaces, bracelets, and ornaments about their legs and feet, made of pearls and other precious stones.

I shouted my praises and ran forward, kissing the first maiden, my kisses constantly growing more ardent; I felt my stiff قضيب pressing against her person. She suggested that I should ride astride awhile and rest myself before a change of position. I obeyed her suggestion, turning with my face towards hers, putting my arms around her neck, while her thighs were wide open for me to introduce my قضيب. She prevented me from entering further and I found the sensation not entirely different from that which I had experienced when my fingers had explored the same entrance. Now the قضيب seemed adapted to the place and there was a sensation of pleasure. I loosened my hold on the maiden’s neck and my weight drove my قضيب completely home. This was the famous El Amesaud, the Swing of Two Genies. It felt so unexpectedly good that I gave a murmur of delight. The pleasure was too exquisite to be long endured. It culminated in a melting thrill, and her moisture mingled with the juice that gushed from my crest.

I reeled in the bed but recovered myself. The second maiden approached, and she played with my قضيب and it got so stiffened that she inserted it, on her back with her heels coming close to her buttocks, with her knees under my armpits. This manner is called El Modefeda, the Frog Fashion. Immediately, I climaxed shouting out for it to be everlasting.

The third maiden approached, and she was immensely large and she began to play her loins up and down my قضيب, which was erect to its full size, entirely rigid, and it bent with her vigorous motion. Her position was El Mokefa (with toes curled), favourable to the play of her loins and she moved them with greater and greater rapidity and I was ripe to melting.

The fourth maiden could not wait; her buttocks settled heavily upon me, her sheath loosened and her moisture flushed my قضيب, now hard as the famous rocks outside S’Mohehundi. She sank back with a deep sigh into my arms, which drew my قضيب completely out of her المهبل and exposed it like a tower rising tempestbeaten from the waves. This was Er Zeradja, The Piercing With The Lance, a most pleasurable fashion, and I cried with passion and thankfulness but could not bring my efforts to satisfying finish.

The fifth maiden offered me a delicious nectar made of dates from the Cheik-Ab-Nefzaoui region famous for a gentle breeze blowing from the sea, and pomegrenates, ground walnuts, onions from Fesenjoon, turmeric-seasoned kidneys of lambs, dried lemons, coriander, camel milk, four breads stuffed with fish and grilled over a fire and sprinkled with sumac, koobideh, saffron and kabab barg, and honey, and I was soon fortified and ready for another onset. The fifth maiden had three legs and two المهبلs with tinge deep like a red rose. The hair around her المهبلs was of a dark chestnut colour, but if the light fell full upon it, it was of a golden auburn; it puzzled me immensely. I suspended her from the ceiling by means of five cords attached to her hands and feet; arranged so that I could stand upright before her and guide my virile قضيب into her المهبلs without much difficulty. This was Tred El Chated, The Coitus of The Wild Ostrichs, supremely exciting to man and the enjoyment immediately rose to it’s peak.

The sixth and seventh maidens weren’t interested so I left.”

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Jan
05
2018
0

G-String Orchestra

G-String Orchestra – Peeping Tom

G-String Orchestra – The Tease

Maybe sometimes you like to act shamelessly, to brazenly display your body to it’s best advantage, all the while smoking cigarettes and telling suggestive jokes? Or perhaps, you prefer to watch your sexy friends dancing and fondling each other?

The first track is a great El Bimbo soundalike while the second goes down the Love’s Theme lane in a very beguiling manner.

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Jan
04
2018
1

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Curro Savoy – The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Welcome to 2018, the 10th anniversary year of Overfitting Disco! Here’s a suitably dramatic number to start anticipating the killers on their way – and there will be LOTS.

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Dec
29
2017
0

Watching you dance

Passage – Watching You Dance

Haughty wavish tune from 1981 for people who master the art of looking bored while still having a great time.

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Dec
26
2017
0

Tatuaje

Fama – Tatuaje

Hors de question the track of 2017 for me. Originally a hit for Conchita Piquer during the forties, the classic song was picked up by Basque country star of stage and screen Fernando Tellextea Fama for a dramatic makeover in 1983. Here’s the translation:

He came in a boat with a foreign name
I found him at the port one dusk
When the white lighthouse was letting fall its
Silver kiss over the sailboats

He was beautiful and fair-haired, like a lager
His chest was tattooed with a heart
In his bitter voice there was sadness
Aching and weary of the accordion

And in front of two glasses of liquor
Atop the stained bar-top
He went along telling me through his teeth
The old story of his love:

“Look at my chest tattooed
With this woman’s name
It’s a reminder of the past
That will never come back

She loved me once and now she’s forgotten me
I, on the other hand, didn’t forget her
And I go around forever marked
With this woman’s name.”

He went away one afternoon,
In the same boat that brought him to me
But he left behind between my lips
A lover’s kiss that I asked of him

Wandering, I search for him in all the ports
I ask the sailors for him
And nobody can tell me if he’s dead or alive
And I continue in my doubt, faithfully searching

And I go about slowly bleeding
From bar to bar
In front of a glass of liquor
Where I drown my pain

Look at your name tattooed
In the caress of my skin
By a low flame I’ve marked it in
And I always go around with it

Maybe you’ve already forgotten me
I, on the other hand, didn’t forget you
And for as long as I haven’t found you
I will search for you, without rest

Listen to me, sailor
And tell me, what do you know about him?
He was fine-looking and haughty
And his hair fairer than honey

Look at his foreign name
Written here on my skin
If you happen to find him
Tell him that I… I’m dying to see him.”

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Dec
17
2017
0

Symphony for the Apes

The Dread Orchestra – Symphony of the Apes

Beats from 1975 that gradually grow and become beastly.

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Dec
14
2017
0

Baby Boum

Alain Chamfort – Baby Boum

B side of EP “Paradis”. Serge Gainsbourg wrote a lyric of this song.

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Dec
13
2017
0

Hit Machine

K.T.585 Band – Hit Machine

Anonymous Disco project by Kyohei Tsutsumi, one of the most important songwriters in Japan, plays Salsoul-like Disco. Scat by Singers Three makes this tune elegant and erotic.

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Dec
12
2017
0

Rétro-Mélo-Disco

Imagine – Rétro-Mélo-Disco

Rétro-Mélo-Disco is not retrospective. It sounds like a little bit futuristic disco.

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Dec
11
2017
0

Cinzano Disco Classics

Cinzano Disco Classics

The effects of images, rhythms and sun collided, spinning fragments of a story she couldn’t quite remember, or never really knew.

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Dec
10
2017
0

Orfeo 9

Tito Schipa jr – Vieni Sole

This euphoric protodisco tune is off the recording of the first ever Italian rock opera, performed at Teatro Sistina in Rome in 1970.

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Dec
08
2017
0

Gaja

Kozmetika – Gaja

One of my most played records at home.

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Dec
08
2017
0

Les Robots

Higelin – Les Robots

The signal from the reciever was clearly audible now, filtering through the upper reaches of the stratosphere. Her voice, barely recognisable, the message cryptic, and in the background – the hollow laughter of a robot.

This is from 1978.

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Dec
06
2017
0

City Of The Devils

Cool Machine – City Of The Devils

Italian Magma label party fave recorded at 128 bpm.

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Dec
06
2017
0

Spy

M & W Band – Spy

Forget Lady Jeannette and flip it for the Spy.

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Dec
05
2017
0

La Massagiste

Wilma Diaz – La Massagiste

Superior version of Painel De Controle’s Relax with French lyrics. Whispering vocalist Wilma Diaz sounds like she has found a relaxing massage therapist. My current working place has a complicated massage chair system to help the workers feel more relaxed and motivated. Sure it’s a great idea… but I’ve been too afraid to try it, because it looks as intimidating as vintage massage toys and is made of dead cows. I’m quite sure it can’t compare to human touch.

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