A 1978 cover whizzed thru the disco Moulinex, emerging tastier than ever.
Theme for a tough guy, from a famous long running Japanese television show.
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.
Maisa didn’t like what she saw when she looked in the mirror. So, she tested out every diet and exercise regimen on the planet and tried to figure out which worked best. She sweated and learned to pole dance, all to no avail. It was only when se discovered Overfitting Disco that she started getting back into shape, her cholesterol level lowered and her energy level doubled. Now she feels better than ever before.
And you think you’re a horny bastard having had three shags in Benidorm last summer? Listen to what the writer of this Arabian tale has to say:
“I departed from Agadès, and lived with unsuspected difficulties on the tracks of Aïr and those of Hoggar. My main task was to hold the stay on the track, the real track, not being tempted by the treacherous ruts that escape the track, that evanescent track which scattered like a frivolous wife, to the left, to the right, avoiding the dunes of sand to the right, by-passing dried river beds to the left, the fields of sharpened stones, the cart tracks dug by the ceaseless passages of lorries, go out of the track to the left to avoid pits to the right, which track to go on, and at the end of which would be the dead-end, the track erased by the breath of the Simoon, the liquid sands, the hard track, Tamanrasset, the comfort of the oasis, Paradise. Then I saw the fires and, like a thief, I entered the Oasis of El-Abiad.
Under the palms as the fires burned I rested for a while and then ate some wild fruits that grew there. As I went around looking for some inhabitants, I saw an old woman sitting by a stream. She had a blank look on her face. She looked weak and haggard. I approached her and asked if I could help her. She signed to me and asked to be lifted on my back to help her cross the stream in front of us. I obliged but after a while she tightened her hold around my neck that I nearly choked and fainted. When I regained consciousness, the old woman was still clinging to me. Then she signalled me to get up and walk to some fruit trees. I plucked the fruits for her. Then she ordered me to satisfy her passions with my erect member, even when I slept. I realized my life was in danger so I thought of finishing off the wicked old woman.
I found some grapes when the old woman was sleeping. I took their juice in a large seashell and left it hidden under a small bush. A few days later, I tasted the juice and it had turned into wine. I sipped it and exclaimed, “Ah! It’s the sweetest wine I’ve ever tasted.”
I drank some of the wine. Then I saw that the old woman had vanished and in her place a Djinn stood smiling at me, pointing at an opening in the hill. Go, the Djinn whispered, to the Cave of Dreams. I descended into the Cave of Dreams and was instantly met by a Guard in front of the Room of Dreams and thrown on the floor, and violated mercilessly eight times. I then proceeded into the Room of Dreams and was caught by a another Guard and thrown into a Chamber where I danced with eleven slaves and satisfied my passions until the sun rose and the birds started singing.
I was then reminded by the slaves to come the next night. I was very taken up by the wonderful experiences. I eagerly awaited the next evening’s feast.
After the next night I bound the slaves with ropes and headed back to Agadès and from there to Bagdad on a ship. The ship reached Balsora and I arrived in Baghdad and I sold the slaves and acquired a lot of money all over again. Then I settled for a restful life.”
5.53 a.m. Despite the overwhelming fatigue sleeping is out of question. Sunrise in May is simply too precious to be missed. Perhaps gentle airy cigarettes on the balcony? China 12″ roaring at 108 bpm? Of course not. The people next door would probably mind. Be quiet. Don’t smoke. The downsides of overtly safe urban housing. Would it be too late for a drive to archipelago to find abandoned buildings?
To my surprise Vomatron didn’t post this one. So let me introduce this Turkish/French disco wonder from ’81. To my knowledge Claire was a Turkish singer living in France. The track is produced in France, but only released on the turkish Öncü label (the one that looks like a redbull logo). The lyrics are in french except the chorus which is turkish. What a blend!