Publicist is Sebastian Thomson, drum banger of such awesome indie disco staples as Weird War and Trans Am. This new incarnation takes the shimmering sexghost of disco and pummels it into a sleek panther that leaps from shadow to shadow briefly glimpsed in the reflection of disco lights on the effervescent surface of a flute of champagne.

On new 12″, “Momma”, old pal Ian Svenonious replaces the vocoder with his trademark sermon on the flaming mount yelps, he’s the reason that The Make-Up made us bark like spazz-dogs losing all our shit in the middle of the dancefloor, why Weird War sounded like funk beamed from the darkside of a nightmare war-torn planetoid and the reason why Nation of Ulysses sounded like a wall of laser guns tumbling in on us, smoking turret-end-first. B-side “Stone Age” sees Ian hard-wired and assimilated into wobbling synth trajectories, barking a tale of funked-up cavemen through a robotic loud-speaker across an undulating sea of perspex disco and the kind of kinetic drumming that makes all the items in your room come alive and bump to the sound before spontaneously exploding like glitter bombs.

Publicist – Stone Age

Walter Jones is the sound of Barry White if he’d of been a chrome-plated love demigod, handed down to the followers of Gaia from the acropolis of Mount Olympus with extensive knowledge of sine waves, synth programming and disco production – all allowing him to intoxicate with odes to mechanical romance and tales of love like it was a vast ocean of beautiful translucent light and not just a hot feeling in your stomach. “Living Without Your Love” from the DFA 12″, meanders on waves of synthesised froth, star constellation effects and honey-sweet vocals from a Nubian princess hailing from the same palace of residence of Christabelle Solale, Jocelyn Brown and the eternal disco spirit of Donna Summer.

Walter Jones – Living Without Your Love

Another disco warrior soon to be awarded with a DFA badge of honour is Altair Nouveau who’s “Space Fortress” 12″ will dock with motherships July 14th, regaling tales of adventures amid the glacial night skies of alien worlds. Altair’s remix of Ajello’s “2k Lightyears” paints images of life après sundown when the demonic spectres stir from the darkness in-between buildings, lured by the metronomic boom of the subterranean clubs and the green hued floodlights emanating from the smokey doors to such illicit places, each spidery synthesised effect representing the spindly black legs of the insectile spectres as they creep towards their goal.

Ajello – 2k Lightyears (Altair Nouveau Version)