Low On Ego High On Disco Since 2019
Pete Ellison’s been part of the Discoholics Anonymous fabric so long, he might as well have his name stitched into the damn flag. Every time he steps up, he brings a carnival float’s worth of Funk, the kind of choruses you accidentally shout in the shower, and sunshine so bright you’ll need shades.
Respect Yourself is no exception — a big, beaming slice of feel-good, humming with life, and somewhere underneath it all, a sly little rumble from the jungle.
More from Pete Ellison:
Discoholics Anonymous doesn’t ask for cookies. It slips them into your pocket while you’re not looking, the way clubs used to slip flyers into your coat lining at 4:37 in the morning. Some of them are harmless — the house keys. They keep the lights on, remember who you are, stop the whole thing collapsing when you hit refresh. Without them the site is just a room with no door. The others are curious little spies. They want to know which mixes you stayed for, which ones you ghosted, whether you
