Absolutely the most heroic disco track ever attempted by any Finn.
Russia, 1983. Great tune. Do yourself a favour, tough: DO NOT look for the 2008 version.
I knew you would.
The Earth is under attack from the Gamilas, alien invaders who are causing radioactive asteroids to rain down into Earth’s oceans and threatening to make our planet uninhabitable. Our last hope for survival is the New Space Battleship YAMATO which will be built inside the wreckage of the legendary WW2 battleship YAMATO, now buried beneath the sea!
The high operatic notes reached by Waylon on his record Crème de la Crème have been documented here several times as has been the output of Sylvester. Now let’s hear it for Klaus Nomi, born as Klaus Sperber in Immerstadt, Bavaria. Nomi was a one-time usher at the Deutsche Oper in Berlin, as well as a performer at a gay discothèque Kleist Casino, before moving to New York in 1972 where he became legendary in the city’s art and club scenes.
The voice you hear is a falsetto, not a castrato. A castrato singer’s voice is the result of a castration done before puberty.
The creation of castrati singers became popular first in Rome during the mid-16th century, when the pope banned women singing in churches or on the stage. Italian boys with promising voices would be taken to a back-street barber-surgeon, drugged with opium, and placed in a hot bath. The expert would snip the ducts leading to the testicles, which would wither over time. By the early 1700s, it is estimated that around 4,000 boys a year were getting the operation. Some lived thru the mutilation and many died from complications. Few became celebrated singers.
The high notes of a pre-pubescent boy wafting from the lungs of an adult were said to sound magical and ethereal. The prowess came from an increased breath capacity. The lack of testosterone allowed the skeleton to continue to grow beyond what was normal. Limbs would elongate. As would ribs. This was why castrati had such exceptional lung power. Nobody now actually knows what a castrato singer sounded like, as the practice became illegal in 1861, before recordings could be produced.
I had nothing better to do tonight than drive pointlessly around the small country roads. Usually I like to go for a refreshing swim, but tonight I was feeling too lazy for anything that sensible. As I can’t afford a car with sexy engine noises it was something from the stereos then. If it sounds groovy in the car it sounds groovy anywhere? Here are a few examples tested. Sound qualities vary from vg- to near mint. Enjoy!
You always were a cunning linguist so brush up on your Bollywood and get ready to meet Gun Master G 9. He’s the deadliest and the hottest and on the sleeve that’s a tsunami, NOT a massive enema.
One of those all too common disco tracks everyone has and that’s why I’ve never dared to play it in public. Kinda sad thinking how good it sounds hearing it over and over again while watching rain dancing on my windowsill. Might sound the part at the parties on 120 db at 6.17 a.m. In the picture something horribly chaotic, but disturbingly peaceful at the same time. Library books floating on the streets of Paris after the catastrophic floods in 1910.
Yes, it’s an instrumental version of La Lear’s immortal hit. Here’s the lyrics. Now release your inner Diva:
It was down in Chinatown that I met the opium Queen
babyface girl from Shanghai never smile and never cry.
She now rules the underworld down in Chinatown
she runs all the opium dens down in Chinatown.
Bring her your gold bring her your worries
and when life gets a bit too dreary to stand
give a ring to the Queen of Chinatown.
Go down go down
to the Queen of Chinatown
she’ll pick you up when you’re feeling down.
Go down go down
to the Queen of Chinatown
and she’ll soon blow your blues away!
Japanese girl group was typically all about かわいい (Kawaii = exaggarated cuteness celebrating furry little animals, manga characters with big eyes and pink everything) until 1986 when they got surprisingly tough.
This classic psych tune started to play in my head when wandering at the endless beaches of Kolka, Latvija. Black Sand from the same album is more dancefloor oriented with beautifully bounding drum and wah-wahs.