I was busy being a child in the 70s and had no chance to check the disco action in Manila – must have been hot according to the Orchestra Fango (B-side, Italy, 1977).
French afro pounder was probably my top tune at Camp Cosmic 2014 last weekend.
This year’s Camp Cosmic will take place on a mysterious island, somewhere off the coast of Sweden, and who knows what treasures we may find there? Anything from precious metals, left behind by viking raiders and other sea-faring folk of history, to millenia-old stone monuments, left behind by…god knows who, exactly.
One Swedish musician, who started his search for lost secrets, some time at the end of the disco period, was Stockholm electronics wiz, Ragnar Grippe. In fact, he made a whole album dedicated to these, in the form of various synthesized music structures – many of them quite danceable. It is now time to continue the search for answers, and channel the ancient forces of nature into Camp Cosmic 2014. Focus, and who knows what we might achieve.
See you there!
P.S. Thanks to Sergio Rizzolo for the initiation – not quite so long ago.
1969. A Beatles tune gets receptive with light forms of loungey sonorities, resulting in an interesting protodisco hybrid. Later on John Tartaglia went on to make actual full throttle disco, too.
Lust-feeding, violent and exotic life of the African slave trade, heroes with abnormally large penises, gay sidekicks into heavy sadomasochism, whips, knives, murderous mulatto harem girls – yes, we’re having a heatwave and there’s no time better for another pulp fiction masterpiece by the one and only Lance Horner. “The Mahound” tells the story of Baron Roderick Mahound, “fighter, womanizer, slaver, adopted brother of a Sultan, victim of magic who lived as most men would want to live if they had enough of the Devil in them”. After being knocked senseless by a blond Adonis in a brothel in Glasgow, he wakes up on board a ship sailing for the Dark Continent. To provide perverse entertainment for the captain, the two troublemakers are forced to strip totally naked and to fight each other using whips: ”Slowly, his hands a-tremble, Tim reached up into the cupboard and took down two long braided lashes which were coiled and tied into thick circles. Handling them as gingerly as red-hot pieces of iron, he carried them to the table and laid them down on the green baize top. Captain Spark’s finger pointed to the strands of rawhide which tied each one and Tim untied them, whereupon Sparks uncoiled one of the whips and snapped it out full length. It was about six feet long, tapering from a handle-grip half as round as a man’s wrist to a thin end, little more than a cord in diameter. He snapped it again, this time with more force, making it crack like a pistol, and then threw it on the floor where it coiled itself like a snake”.
Who will win, Roderick Mahound or Tim the Adonis? What will happen later when Roderick, “sweating in his nakedness”, reaches the kingdom of Sa’ags where “adder-slim boys with bee-sting lips” compete for his attention with curvaceous harem girls? Will Tim get murdered or merely tortured? How will it all end?
The music is produced by the always reliable Roland Kluger in Germany.
If you wish to impress your partner with your ZL-1 big block, remember to cool it for optimal performance. Ysanne got everything right with Cool It, except it could have been longer. There’s a skillfully extended edit available, but I’m doomed to play the short version – ’cause one must only play the original vinyls in order to impress…
A personal discovery, and one of my best kept, always-in-the-bag Italian secrets from 1977.
Unsurprisingly, Elena e il Parco dei Ricordi is yet another moniker for the mysterious babe Patrizia Brindani.
The bomb track here is of course on the flipside, which is originally very slow, so here it is presented the way I play it, speeded up for your climax, pardon, delight.
For those intense moments where a distinct erotic touch drives the hormones of the dancefloor, those guitars and piano solos – both moanings-driven – will just take you to heaven.
An obvious role model for August Darnell’s Kid Creole, Harumi Hosono realesed a series of mock-exotica albums during the seventies, beginning with Tropical Dandy in 1975. He then joined the Yellow Magic Orchestra and in 1982 put out a solo record containing this delightfully demented version of the old opera tune.
The webradio is off this whole week, really sorry about that.
Apparently, the frontend server that establishes a bridge between the Internet and the LAN where all the webradio components reside encounters some serious network connectivity problems, I will fix that during this week end. In the mean time… no webradio streaming
Great and overlooked Spanish prog-disco stomper, with one of the longest and most maddening percussion breaks I’ve ever encountered. Believe it or not, for the clip I actually pitched it all the way down. This is one song that could be adjusted for better club use, by slowing it down and shortening the break. But it can also be enjoyed just fine as it is, while cruising down the strip at 110 mph.
You can still make it…summer is here for a while yet, and the beach is bursting with bare bosoms. Maybe you can even hitch a ride on the infamous banana, out into open water, before hitting the beach bar for a drink or two. France, 1977
It has played on the Overfitting radio, featured in many mixes, and been talked about a lot. But until now, it hasn’t gotten the post it deserves. Once again, we are dealing with a disco interpretation of a classic – but this one deserves that label more than most others do. Based on a Ukranian poem – Ochi Chyornye – from the mid 19th century, “Dark Eyes” has gone through tons of variations since its inception. Nobody i know of has done it better than the Arirang Singers, though. With its atmospheric buildup, “oriental” vibe, and heavy electronicially-tinged bassline that can make your mind melt at the right time and setting, this is one song i just can’t seem to get tired of.