Showing posts with label Disco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Disco. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band “Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band” (1976)

This self-titled debut (!!!) album is one of my all-time favorite records. I've played it thousands of times and know it by heart. Too jazzy for Disco fans, too "trivial" for Jazz fans, too remote from "roots" for the Soul/Funk division, this album was and is a dream-come-true for all those who don't wear blinkers when it comes to music. All seven songs are jewels, and together, they're a string of pearls. No matter from which angle - the compositions, the arrangements, the singing, the performance - always five stars. I can't think of or play this album without fits of rapture. –Yofriend

Friday, January 08, 2010

Chic “Risque” (1979)

Niles Rodgers said that he formed Chic as a kind of black disco version of Roxy Music. And, in turn, the slick syncopated grooves with those art-deco grand piano splashes wound up influencing everything from early rap (the riff from "Rapper's Delight" is taken straight from "Good Times") to Madonna. Perhaps it's their use of minor keys but Chic's tunes all have this melancholy air about them - a bittersweet portrait of the swinging, hedonistic 70s and all that followed in its wake. It's beautiful music -- none more than the sensual "Warm Summer Night" with its circular structure punctuated by "Papi!" -- from a gritty decade. –Singer Saints

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Giorgio Moroder “Knights in White Satin” (1976)

From the cover shot (which appears to have been taken in a sauna) onward, “Knights in White Satin” is a steamy, sleazy Euro disco album that manages to be both captivating and creepy at the same time. Over a steady kick drum beat, bouncy disco strings, and his trademark synthetic beeps, Moroder’s whispered, dirty old man vocals deliver erotically charged lyrics through his thick accent (and his thicker beard) that start off funny, only to make you feel like you need a shower by the end of the LP. And therein lies the appeal of the album, it’s infectious danceability is undeniable, while the wrongness of Moroder’s vocal contribution is curiously fascinating. Only in the seventies, and only in Europe, could “Knights in White Satin” have been born, so enjoy it for what it is. –Ben