This slice of hypnotic, dubby disco came out of New York in 1984 and, as with most standout tracks from the time, still sounds totally fresh today. Apparently Ron Hardy used to beat the shit out of this at the Music Box, and you can definitely hear the sound that went on to influence the...

After unpacking my records from a recent house move, I rediscovered this absolute belter of a record. Somehow I’d managed to completely forget about it, and finding it again is one of the best things to come out of moving house so far. The original version is one of the Chemical Brothers’ better moments, but...

It’s easy to find socio-politically motivated songs a bit of a sickly pill to swallow, especially ones with such heavy subject matter; however, Robert Wyatt‘s cover of the Peter Gabriel song Biko – a song documenting the fatal treatment of Stephen Biko, who was tortured to death by South African police in his prison cell in 1977...

I got my hands on this new release from Mutant Beat Dance today, and having listened to both sides all the way through I have concluded that this EP is pretty ridiculous (in a good way). Mutant Beat Dance is a collaboration between 2 chaps from Chicago who happen to have names as brilliant as...

Following my previous entry from the Fuzz Dance catalogues, Trophy‘s Slow Dance is a bold, poppy italo record from a guy who seems to have done very little else with his music career bar a bit of cheeky guitar work here and there. One of those great italo one-hit-wonders that you can expect to empty the coppers...

For some reason, I passed on this record when I first listened to it in Phonica last year. Thankfully I rediscovered it a few months later and was still able to pick it up, which is good because I bloody love it. Although I don’t like everything he puts out, there’s no denying there’s real...

This little diamond of a record arrived in the post for me today. It’s arrival was made even better by the fact it was delivered by the happiest and campest postman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. He was singing Oh What A Beautiful Morning at the top of his voice to the whole...

Rare as a hen’s gum shield and pricier than a return ticket to Glasgow (possibly) this a real gem of a record. Even the bootleg costs upwards of £40. It’s just one of a number of superlative releases on the Italian Fuzz Dance label, which put out a number of records from owner Maurizio Dami...

First Simon’s post on the excellent Witch and now this. That’s two Italo posts in two days! Madness. Faces is much cheesier than Witch, and all the better for it in my opinion. There’s no getting away from the fact that the best Italo records are cheesy. They have a certain innocence to them which...