5/8/10

Day 9: A song that you can dance to

What can you say about this track which hasn't been said before? A key influence on techno, synth music, NRG pop, and gay club culture. A track that sprouted a spindling, dendretic web that ran, and still runs, through the living history of dance music. Most importantly, it's a song that could eke involuntary arse wriggles from the most knock-kneed, beat-phobic, Whelans based indie dryballs you know, were you to dump them into an appropriate mephedrone riddled sweatbox and pump it over the P.A.

Upon hearing this track, Brian Eno once rang up David Bowie to breathlessly tell him he had heard 'the future'. When I heard Ricardo Villalobos play this in its pure extended (8 minute) state during the peak funtimes of an epic set in the Tivoli a few years back, that was exactly how it still sounded - like the future.

Ever the futurist, Donna paves the way for English World Cup footballing stick insect Peter Crouch

P.S guess what you guys? After the imro shitstorm I've realised I don't post enough Irish interest stuff here. So expect some in the near future. Also, the remaining 'songs of the decade' [judder] are lying around in a bin in my brain somewhere. As soon as I rinse the bin juice off of 'em with a squirt of 'Of Montreal', I'll start posting again. 

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