Bill Brewster's 100 disco killers for under a tenner

Ace DJ and disco historian Bill Brewster has put together this list of 100 killer disco 12 inches for under a tenner. It's riposte to FACT magazine doing a similar post but compiling either the blindingly obvious or the ludicrously expensive.

Check the ace list here and get on these heaters culled from it below...

This bitch can sing

Throughout the stealthy slope into autumnal times, my skin has been almost popping with the number of fresh mixes getting underneath it. Like a witch's itchy sleeve let me tell you. Too much time on one's hands? Purleaze. There's too much fresh sounding sonic science being brewed up. I need an extra mouth to slurp up all the shit that's raining down.

Despite all the aural gratification I've been getting, there ain't nowt like Skream's Stella session with fellow dubstep man Kutz to really put a smile across one's grizzled mug.

Maybe it's the sloppiness of the whole endeavour or Skream's incessant chat - Whatevs this Rufus and Chaka Khan one in particular is an absolute monster - Big tune? The size of an elephant. Go big or go home.

Hibernation review...

Here's a little review I put out there t'other week of Steve Kotey's new compilation on his Bear Funk imprint. It's a pretty sweet, if not standardish disco ting. I have no fucking idea why it's called Hibernation but the moniker is ill-fitting for summat so summery. Get on it here...

In the News Steve Kotey review...

31 floors high and rising

BOOOOOOM

Ready ready ready. It's been too hot of late to sit inside tippy tapping away at the ol' digital joanna. The keys are sweating as this computer's coming down with the digital equivalent of swine flu. But hell's teeth we've been at the front line again...

T’other Friday the question was who don’t want to go 31 floors up to the top of a building to get on down to the disco boogie. The 15 quid ticket price and half an arm for a drinky winky was worth it purely for a life affirmingly large view.

Remember how alive you felt when the balls dropped for the first time? Or when you discovered that amyl nitrate was so reasonably priced and readily available? Reverse at top of the Centrepoint building in central London aped them raw, savage feelings in terms of both view and vibe.

The flex was Greg Wilson, electro funk roots dude with an re-dit attiTOOODE aided and abetted by London lumos Guy Williams, Serge Santiago and Dan Bloodbath Beaumont. The crowd was a wild mixture of suits, don’t knows, orange faces and cokey lokos who blocked the cubicles and waved their arms about like it wasn’t £8 for a G&T. I shit you not.

Predictably we wringed every last drop of hype out of the evening, necking the shots, necking the beers and a new academic design named MAMA. I don’t remember a thing about the sunrise. It was cloudy and my brains were addled but Greg Wilson did his reel-to-reel ting with suitable aplomb for a man whose been riding the disco zeitgeist before Primark cardigans and Dalston were nowt but a blink in Time Out’s eye. I don’t think going out will ever be the same again.



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Love is in the air



Ready?

Hype delivers

At the start of the year La Roux was among the names being warbled about by every bozo and his fucking dog. I initially cast her in the same box (I.e coffin) as Florence and the Machine and the increasingly irritating Little Boots - the one full of rusty nails, cat shite and no talent.

However her new record is genuinely ace. And even better is the Skream remix. Along with yer boy Toddla T he should have been in the list of hype acts for 09. Check him here at Stealth a couple of weeks dropping his own rerub - witness the sickness…



And considering he’s the poster boy for dustep he’s put together a rather tasty and surprising disco mix up. Check it here...

Cut Copy @The Plug February

Cut Copy visited Sheffield the other week and boy we were excited. Their 'So Cosmic' mixtape has been in my ears for yonks and, like a cheese slowly ripening, it's getting hotter and more tangy with every aural altercation.

Here's the review I did for FACT and a link to their site where they kindly put it up...

Check it

http://www.factmagazine.co.uk/da/72459

Review is 'ere...

Cut Copy are inscrutable shadows in and behind today’s garish, post-electroclash musical climate. Debut album Bright Like Neon dropped some four years ago, its mix of 70s AOR, italo, house and 80s indie pre-empting a future full of Klaxons, (nu)raves, and new guitar bands declaring their devotion to Frankie Knuckles as a matter of course.

Since then, the trio have been on tour forever, with only their FabricLive CD and more recent So Cosmic mixtape the only reassurance that the band are still a fully functioning, studio-bouncing entity. Only snippets of new material have fallen through blogs and the interweb, possibly giving lesser bands a chance to try and catch up with this Aussie polarisation of song and dance. Wednesday night and it’s a peculiarly muted crowd in the Plug.

The support acts didn’t really stir our collective tune poles and even when Cut Copy finally stepped onto the stage, they at first scarcely resembled the zeitgeist-pillorying mothers we were expecting. The granny-knitted jumpers and shuffling gauntness suggested we were in for a shoegazing fuzz-fest rather than what we really hoped for: a cowbell-nabbing run with the latest trio to have their studio knobs flicked on/off by DFA boy, Tim Goldsworthy (he’s at the helm of imminent new LP, In Ghost Colours).

However, like a bunch of finger-popping caterpillars going all butterfly our on collective ass [Urgh - Ed], the trio’s shy start really took off, treading a fine line between more introspective guitar-based business and housey electronics, not unlike Alan Braxe and Fred Falke gently socking it to Guided By Voices.

The seemingly random mess of folk present went from being stand-offish starers to moshing air-pummellers within the hour. Older tunes such as 'Saturday' and 'Future' were taken out for a bomb of madam and a serious lunge (with only a sharp synth line preventing total immodesty) while 'Lights and Magic' pointed to a band who have stepped once and for all out of the bedroom of boffindom and fully embraced the power of the disco ball.

The all too brief soiree culminated in the massive, ravey euphoria of 'Hearts on Fire', a tune which sounds like it was bathed in liquid ecstasy before being birthed, while many of the assorted throng were doing a good impression of feeling a late Friday night rather than an early midweek finish. If the album is half as good as the new material which gets an airing this evening, then the cut copyists who appeared in their wake are going to have to have a serious think on how they can better this…

Check: http://www.myspace.com/cutcopy

















Skinny man taking out his anger on his synth
















Cut Copy on stage at the Plug - note natty 'cosmic' knitwear
















Unadulterated glee in the post Cut Copy haze
















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