Archive for the 'eighties groove' Category
Mtume offer relationship guidance through the medium of the song.Read more/listen...
Donald Byrd – he come along and spreads the love and sunshine…Read more/listen...
If you grew up in the Eighties, this probably got played at the end of your school disco forming the soundtrack to the ritual of The Slow Dance. A ceremonial teenage rite, the scourge of the socially inept and those lacking in enough confidence to approach members of the opposite sex. Apart from that, it’s a fine example of the polished production talents of Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis, who were the duo behind some of their biggest hits. Call me an old romantic, but hey, I think going to the cinema on a first date like the guy on this track suggests, is a little lame unless purely to cop a feel in the back row. In that case this single would probably be called something quite different.
Consecutive days of sunny weather make one susceptible to the care-free tunes both in the present and from the past. This comment on discogs by the-jaguar gauges the vibe:
A gem that symbolises the time very well. The cyclical groove works brilliantly, and can dig deep if you’re in the right mood. Evokes images of sun-soaked global scenes from 1985, enhanced by the entertaining voice-over. Would also be a good track to go swimming training to, on a sunny morning on the outskirts of LA. The pool would be of Olympic standard, with only a few people in it. The motion of the track bodes well with that of front-crawl stamina training.
First blog post of a complete tune for some time but I had to drop this soul bomb as it deservedly appears to be blowing up all over the place and I feel like adding a small amount of momentum whilst it’s still fresh (although admittedly I am quite late to the party as this has been out for R2 Records for a few weeks and was apparently out as a 7″ even before that). Deep but not quite at the pace of even slower deep house jams; soulful due to main sample it takes from an early eighties boogie number and re-translates into a new context plus damn tight production. Disseminating the Radio version here but both the Dub and the other track Shangrila, are on the money. Props to ck yet again for bringing this track to my attention – tastemaker! If he ever shifts his ass to write on his own blog, I’d have nothing new to put up.
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The whole track is built round a chunk of a song with the same name by Real To Reel, it’s probably only fair that they get some love as well. Since I have a fondness for eighties groove jams and recognise their influence on many of the other records that I’ve got, I think I’ll be needing a copy of this on black wax at some point.
This is one low slung end-of-night dirty grinder of a tune; part of me was reluctant to put this up and let this little sleazy secret be discovered. Nestled away on the ‘Drivin’ Hard‘ album, I’m actually stepping on ck’s toes a little as he ‘discovered’ this track but saw sense and traded it with me for some other anonymous twelve that I can’t remember. I’m sure there is another copy out there with his name on it; a crate dig away in the musty corner of a charity shop, amidst really bad secondhand clothes.
Written by the drummer, Roger Odell, the drumming is laid back yet tight, add a dirty keyboard sound, mixed with a bit of vocoder-laden lyrics, add a sprinkle of female backing vocals (provided by Gill Saward and Jackie Raw aka, according to the cover notes, the U.K. Sluts) and you’ve got a bona fide soundtrack to a coke binge, now where’s my mirror…
Disco re-edits all the way crafted by the hands of Kirk Degiorgio.Read more/listen...
Strange quirky track, the way the male vocals are delivered can take some getting used to but it’s a fun latin disco tune. Play it to folk who don’t take themselves or the music they listen to, too seriously.
Back in the early 80s my dad was a single man about town again, down at the nightclubs and discos at the weekends and must’ve been a bit of a soul boy. He was fond of this tune, he had it on a different release to the one below but always played this track; it subsequently ‘fell’ into my collection and err, was got ruined in The Great Mouldy Record Storage Disaster (sorry dad, I’ll get it on a mix for you).
Anyhow, I’ve tracked down and bought it on a superior one-sided pressing and here it is for you. A really apt title, this is the ideal soundtrack to a late night/early morning drive around London. Maybe you’re on your way home from the nightclub with your girl or just out ‘cos you’re an insomniac, whatever, I’m sure all the graveyard shift radio djs back then would have this in their playlists.