Low On Ego High On Disco Since 2019
It could be me ranting about Disco, as I always do, but in this case it’s Raw Underground sampling the by now cultish monologue from Whit Stillman’s Last Days Of Disco (1998) movie.
Here it’s used with a throbbing House back drop that offers plenty of pound for penny ratio.
Fresh out on the effervescent Lisztomania Records.
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
