Friday, February 20, 2009  12:01 am 

Golden Girls

A ’70s buxom blond screams in excited wide-eyed fear as spindly treefingers claw at her already torn underwear and the bracken mixed with glitter and confetti cracks and shatters beneath her blackened bare feet. She is escaping the In Flagranti edits forest, a dense woodland full of echoing samples spun around cobwebs by spiders with disco balls for abdomens. The rhythmic thumping/pumping of the discopic orgy at the central clearing is but a vague undulating rumble now as she reaches the satin silver river with a scaled down replica of the Golden Gate bridge connecting this land to the next – a shimmering city that resembles NY circa 1977, all the road signs written in strobing liquid neon, its permanently nite-time and everyone looks like variations on Shaft and Pam Grier, and there is a Studio 54 on every street corner where all kinds of vice is mirrored in the rain soaked pavements.

In Flagranti – Brash & Vulgar

Here be the title track from the second album from In Flagranti, destined to grace shelves and internet emporiums in March. Its porn music for cyborg sexaroids getting dirty with moustachioed lotharios in plush landscapes of wicker chairs, sheep-skin rugs, brown leatherette and colour schemes ranging from lurid yellow to passive beige by way of spectral magentas and fur-coat browns.

(Sexy image-ination voyage courtesy of Duke Tommyboy del Façade)

And here be the sexy machinations of a disco prince from a far off parallel land, Ilya Santana, whom we have had discoballs in our eyes over since the heady days of “Quasar”, a track that spiraled into our our minds like a neon millipede and forever changed the italo-disco plains located off the shoulder of Orion along with “New York Story” by Lee Douglas.

Ilya Santana – Golden Days

Swedish label Rollerboys Recordings updates the Ilya Santana catalogue with the “Epic Disco Volume 1″ 12″, a compilation of disco doo-wop from the year 3000, beginning with “Golden Days”, a glorious celebration of stop/start string-drenched dramatic disco, seven point five minutes of laser guided love and caring reflected in the eyes of beautiful people looking longingly over the dazzling skyline of New York from a roof terrace in Manhattan.

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We happen Saturday nite, at the ICA Bar London, be there and be square, it may well be like “Society” vs “Resistance: Fall Of Man” with the soundtrack by John Carpenter feat. Trim as remixed by Bobby Orlando.

labels >> In Flagranti, ilya santana

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