Tiki exotica (Hawaiian division) 70s style.
Big strings add a touch of grandeur to this cover of the Sparks classic. From the 1975 album Venus Fly Trap.
This is an alternative, full FIVE MINUTE version of the Crackers Classic, apparently of French origin though only realesed in Japan.
Bimbo of course means a baby. For those contemplating having one there’s the Kansai Museum of Childbirth, see brochure above the sleeve. The museum presents all kinds of information on mainly extremely complicated deliveries and related medical procedures. There are hideous looking instruments and plenty of deformations floating in jars. This museum is just one of those local places there, like the Tokyo Parasite Museum which has a collection of worms pulled from inside humans, some for sale inside slabs of transparent plastic.
Propaganda is the result when an organized group has a systematic goal of behavioral or attitude change. Disco music added a new dimension to the anti-communist movement as it targeted workers in more dangerous ways than other forms of western propaganda. Even some Soviet musicans produced it.
Pronouncing the sound of the letter L used to be very difficult for many Japanese because they didn’t really have it in their language. Whenever a western word contained an “L” most Japanese pronounced it “R”. This apparently accounts to the bizarre way Bruce Lee is written on the sleeve of this one.
A-side is a chugging midtempo item bordering on gritty funk. Again, there seemingly was a slight problem in the grammar.
“The tunes are Asian, the youthful beat is Disco!” – two tunes described on the sleeve as being of Arabian origin but sounding pretty much Bollywood. In any case, both are ecletic assortments conjuring up images of feral surf bums, khaki jungle ramblers and all kinds of exotic nightclub wildlife. The first one is a version of Mustafa, of course.
The impossibly intoxicating final sequence of Disco Dream from the Fancy long play urges to study and experiment lucid dreaming. Maybe someday I’ll be dancing to percussive disco at Le Palace in the summer of ’78. Red hot Le Mans II with the loudest Lafranconis waiting on Rue du Faubourg Montmartre. One and half hours of high speed touring with the Kerouac quoting significant other I’ve just met. Cooling down the cylinders in Ardennes. Wondering where to find more gasoline for the heavy drinking ‘Guzzi plus coffee and cognac for the riders. Blaah. Maybe no sleep at all tonight as there’re so many other interesting things to do. Like reading On The Road again after too many years.
I didn’t even know it was a genre. But now that i know, i like it too!
Sandy Samuel kicks off a terrifying groovy track with an insisting chanting of how much she likes to whip the shit out of you. The drumming is also kind of fascinating. Don’t know if the drummer didn’t wanted a click to play along or maybe he just thought tightness was overrated. In that case i agree (on this tune anyway). You can hear the full version on my latest mix
Last summer I was at the magical isle of Jurmo on a retreat. Next level travellers had told me that the island will reveal the meaning of life if your receptors are properly tuned in. There are plenty of methods for that in Jurmo. After having ingested an appropriate amount of vegan delights and exquisite Ethiopian coffee I went for a walk. All those rocks and white sand eventually led me into the forest. There the birds and trees were humming in seductive harmonies. It would have been challenging to feel any happier. After a few hours walk my feet started to ache. Soft corduroy shoes might not be the best option for hiking. Glimpses of desperation started to enter my mind. Where’s the beaming light that will guide me to never ending happiness? I was ready to give up and return to the camp. All the sudden an alpaca emerged from nowhere and started to wander towards me. Naturally I thought she/he is going to kill me, even though there’re most likely vegans. I tried to stay calm and show no signs of fear. Instead of attacking me the alpaca started to sing with an overtly sweet voice: feeling good, feeling good, being bad… I’m anxiously to experience what the island will reveal tomorrow.
Never enough of sportscar music with espionage guitars and barefoot party beats, especially right now with summer almost here. Before you know it the song is disco, born of a cha-cha or a bossa nova or a mambo.
Here’s another cool & hot version of the title theme from the late 60s stage revue, a talk of the town wherever it opened.
Found this one in Munich last year. To my surprise it hadn’t been snatched by any of the locals, despite it looking fairly obscure and being labelled a “special disco hit”. Well, it is most certainly NOT what most people would call disco. It was probably meant as some kind of joke, either made up by the band or by some distributor with a good sense of humor. But this very overfitting 7″ still has many other qualities – take a listen.