Stockholm’s disco cats circle back to their own Stockholm Disco Sounds imprint, tails high, instincts sharp. The original struts confidently, already flanked by Boogietraxx and Charlie Price — polished, preened, ready for inspection under the mirrorball.

Then enters the Mexican disco don, Monsieur Van Pratt, cutting through with a remix that feels less assembled than summoned. Lush, vibrant, spring-loaded. Strings shimmer, basslines flex, and the groove rolls forward with that quiet authority that doesn’t ask permission from the floor — it claims it.

Minimal in structure, rich in sensation. This is the sound of cocktail hours slipping their collars, of rooms warming by degrees, of a season turning. The night clears its throat — and then, finally, it begins to speak.

More Rikky Disco:

More Stockholm Disco Sounds:

https://www.traxsource.com/label/74471/stockholm-disco-sounds

More Monsieur Van Pratt:

https://monsieurvanpratt.bandcamp.com

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