A Personal favourite for seated dancers and always a valid topic instead of one’s bench press record or personal development.
1985 was a good year for this Polish band.
Bloggers list their current or eternal faves. It’s all here, from cheap one euro finds to collectable obscurities to tracks mirroring their hard-to-explain personal obsessions.
Rinaldo’s Band – Campasino (instrumental)
Desert Express – Disco Piper
Los Bomberos – Ninas
Banzai & Les Glodettes – Viva America / Rythm America
Prince Albert Orchestra – Try To Satisfy Me (12”)
I’ve done my best in dismissing the balearic sound. So it’s been somewhat surprising to find a classic Finis Africae long play spinning on my Technics for the past few weeks. I blame it on the spring, the sun and the friendly people for making me feel this happy again. No worries though, November will be here soon. A Couple with tasty poolside fashions shot by Ouka Leele.
Morris Albert aka Maurício Alberto Kaisermann is a Brazilian singer whose 1975 hit Feelings got covered by everyone, including The Salsoul Orchestra. This hot latin disco track from the same year is way better of course.
It’s all about the outré sleeve really but two of the tracks on the 1985 album made in Praque – where a Golem was reportedly created from clay by a 16th century rabbi – have a certain charm if you can take the brass section. The 2nd tune is a take on a Chuck Berry evergreen. Chuck Berry is a rock and roll legend who at one point got involved with a fourteen-year-old Apache waitress at his nightclub. When questioned about this he replied “She was anything but innocent”. Berry later had a huge hit “My Ding-a-Ling”, an infectious sing-along song about penises.
Broadcast last Saturday night on Newton Radio in NYC in D.C.LaRue’s Disco Juice show, this is 75 minutes of tracks, clips of which were posted at Overfitting Disco ages ago, posted quite recently or, as in a few cases, posted not yet at all. We’re going back to basics here a lot, into content which has always related to our target audience. Encouragement and musical motivation to drop-outs, outcasts and outlaws, people like you and me. That’s the ticket, right? No fucking Abba here.
That’s got to be Erika Blanc in the pic, btw.
Ok, i have for sure a taste for kitsch and camp stuff, but days ago i was on the web, and found myself totally fascinated looking at old Brazilian TV shows with local disco artists as guests. One of the most featured on Youtube was the Programa Carlos Imperial, hosted by world-famous actor, filmmaker, television presenter, songwriter and music producer Carlos Imperial (who helped launching the career of, among others, Roberto Carlos, Elis Regina, Tim Maia and Clara Nunes). This show, aired every saturday night, opened on 12th august 1978, on TV Tupi; it was mostly devoted to promote Brazilian pop and disco acts, like Gretchen and Dudu França, with a studio audience of teen-agers, and a bevy of dancers ready to welcome every guest artist with disco oriented choreographies (not always well done, i admit). The show had good audience, but hampered by the precarious situation of the Tupi TV, was transferred to the TVS. Here, as Carlos Imperial Show, opened on 9 June 1979 and, as it was recorded in São Paulo, had more local attractions. On one of the many clips from Carlos Imperial late 70s shows, performed the group Caras e Bocas, composed by four charming ladies, formerly Michele Naili, Ana Maria Kreisler (better known as actress in such movies as Fantasias Sexuais, Sadismo – Aberrações Sexuais, and A Reencarnação do Sexo), Loide and Chandra Couto. The song was Souvenir de Bombons, a track as sugary as a fruit cocktail tasted on the Copacabana seafront. Coincidentally 6 days ago, while i was on holiday in Lisbon, i found a dusty, very bad preserved copy (i found it in a flea market, under piles of vintage erotic magazines) of the 7″ containing this track. So, do not hate me if it is not a cosmic gem, but these 4 girls needed to have some space here.
An interesting American semi-obscurity from 1979 that never got any attention and most probably never got listed in any chart in the world. There was most certainly no sign of it in Billboard magazine’s offical disco one which was a bit of a shame.
The latest Billboard charts were handed over to a young crowd just past legal age in xeroxed form every Thursday night at the Disco 33, one of the leading clubs in Helsinki. People could then vote their favourites which the dj proceeded to spin the next week, after having counted the votes. Quite often the faves of them Finns were different from those of the American clubbers. The Rivers of Babylon at number one in NYC or Atlanta? Didn’t happen.
The 33 used to be on the second floor of the building on the left hand side. Weekends there were also very popular thanks to or despite the djs being quite adventurous – this was the only place in town I ever heard a Finnish record getting spinned. No, it wasn’t Emilia’s Satan in Love, it was Auringonmaa By Anneli Pasanen. Naturally, people kept dancing during the instrumental opening part but turned their noses up when the vocals kicked in. Times sure have changed. Play it now and it’s hands in the air on the floor for sure.
Tonight at 8 CET direct from Lowpass/Stengade in Copenhagen, Nixxon the disc jockey! Join the party!
“Ever since I was a young boy,
I’ve been into the disco ball.
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have seen them all.
But I ain’t seen nothing like him
In any amusement hall…
That weird, odd and sick kid
We’re sure gonna have a ball!
He never stands like a statue,
Becomes part of the machine.
Feeling all the bumpers
Always playing clean.
He plays by intuition,
The digit counters fall.
That weird, odd and sick kid
We’re all gonna have a ball!”
(with apologies to Pete Townshend)
One for those nights when the only people in the house are headbangers in cross necklaces and denim wests, mixing up “dramatic” and “utterly fucking hideous”. Rough but still danceable. The second track Romantic Ballad is a quite accomplished pulse groove. The record is Estonian.
Funny enough i’ve discovered this record through the Stockholm based dj, Johan Ressle. And even funnier was i couldn’t connect the language when i first heard it. I was sure it was some weird swedish record. To my big surprise it wasn’t. It was from my own small kingdom Denmark. A Danish record sung in Danish. And not by some secret 70s rock band. No, it’s by one of the most famous 70s and 80s danish pop bands, Gnags. And to be honest, a band i really disliked. Another fine example of why you shouldn’t be judgemental when searching for good tracks. Gnags just moved up the latter in my musical perception.
The title Ugler i mosen (Owls in the swamp) is a danish figure of speech of something being fishy.