Love Saves the Day’s comeback at Micro was utterly joyous, a dancefloor packed with people spinning in the pink mist to the sweetest sounds of the disco diaspora. Well, it’s happening again this Saturday at Micro, 11-3AM, drink deals and stuff, get in cheap via the Facebook collective.

Ours is a broad and inclusive church where we of course worship the classic canon, but also celebrate the new psyche sounds, Lindstrom’s spirit was at some point seen floating over the dancefloor with a benevolent smile, get down with the trebly discoid punk of Liquid Liquid, ESG or Pulsallama, roll up our sleeves to boogie in neon manoeuvres of cheesy italo and freestyle glory, regress to a pastel past of thrills and kills by the hand of Jan Hammer and Harold Faltenmeyer and, of course, mosh mad to the freakiest hi NRG ever to scare the shit out of the respectable citizenry.

Divine’s Native Love went down a storm, but then how could it not, this is after all Rimini punk rock for the whooping dancefloor, to be preferably consumed in a sweaty and damp basement populated by total freaks. Socially unaware sex aerobics, the dirtiest dream ever to blush the cheeks of those china-faced Kraftwerk automatons, Giorgio Moroder jacked on world-class Crystal, everything you want, we are so there.

And this particular remix is pumping.

Divine- Native Love (1984 Extended LP Version)

Pink Stallone have a rather cool thing going on, mid-tempo detail-obsessed minimalistic structures decorated in the glitz and stridency of 80s bubblegum pop and Italian drama make up for contradictory dance moves, which are the ones we love the most. The crescendo in Ghostfriend is exemplary, just check out the different streams of sound swirling slender over you like a swarm of beautiful birds of fire drawing shapes in the air, to finally crash against the silver glitterball in an explosion of exalted neon fireworks we would stop to behold fascinated if we weren’t so busy getting down on the floor tres classy. These guys are definitely onto something.

Pink Stallone- Ghostfriend

(Image from Tommy Boy)

The new Lullabies in the Dark 12 (out in Permanent Vacation, where else?) is a morsel of heaven handed to you inside a silken parcel by a mysterious stranger, balearic glory past the invasion of balearic clones, this wonderful exploration of heavenly spaces has sufficient nice things in it to keep you smiling through grey days as the wicked winds of the North harbinger of a Winter that took its time coming lay waste to the neighbourhood, accumulation of strings, smooth keyboards, spiritual morse code message and inevitable prog explosion including killer guitar solo ingredients of a powerful spell through which a white space is created, in it we dance in an eternal summer under the light of a warm stroboscopic sun, falling in love more and more as time passes inconspicuous.

Lullabies in the Dark- Iridium

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