Showing posts with label disco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disco. Show all posts

2009-08-20

The Disco of the Priviliged

What does the injection of social privilige into music really mean? If the current trend of global ghettotech-as-written-by-europe continues, what will the music sound like? I got a fascinating insight into what how music, culture and maginalisation works during this latest blogging hiatus, which I spent down in Malmö. And bizarrely, it all centers around that most multi-marginal of music styles, disco.

Malmö is a really fun city teetering just on the right side of the soca vs. new age divide. During my visit I stayed with my friend Simon, aka. Sergio Rizzolo, who runs a blog called Diskoakademin which is definitely worth visiting. Like the name suggests it's part of a "disco" scene which Simon tells me exists throughout Sweden... but the disco that he puts out and that his friends play at their parties is entirely different from the disco I know - it is a complete reimagning of disco minus precisely the elements that make it unique.

And I'm completely perplexed by it.



Simon's "disco" supposedly originated with a guy called PJ DJ Harvey, who is some sort of sub-Mancusoic bearded mystic who spends his time surfing on the US west coast. Rediscovering seventies bands with some sort of vague dance beat, your Rare Earths and Barabasses and Dennis Wilsons, "disco" is a kind of proto-balearic reimagining of seventies dance music as being part of straightforward mainstream rock.

As such, the music played by the "disco" scene is almost entirely white, male and straight. It also values genuine songwriting, the "band" metaphor for music creation, and (most strange of all) acoustic/electric instrumentation with only occasional, analogue, synths. It's got a very strong sense of authenticity. In other words, it's completely opposed to everything immanently political about the old disco, which for generations has stood for queerness, blackness injected into a white mainstream, the emancipation of women to a certain degree, fakeness and the breakdown of traditional rock heirarchies. The new "disco" enforces them instead. In its world, Disco Sucks somehow, subliminally, won.

Simon's defence for this is that, in fact, the people involved in the scene are also male, white and straight. They're only latching onto music that they, themselves, can relate naturally to. Simon Reynolds has talked about how dance music gets turned into "rock" – acquires auteurs, "intelligence" and so on – when rock journalists and fans apply their discursive models to it, and I guess it's pretty much the same thing going on here. Another possibility is that the political fight against rockism isn't really relevant anymore, and that championing synthy fakeness and getting off on pictures like this is no longer an issue for today's generation, who've all synthesized it (har har) and are ready to move onto new dialectics. Perhaps, as Rachel suggest of my critique of backpacker rap here, the fight has already been won and everyone has left the battlefield.

A third idea, also planted by Simon (not Reynolds), is that in the act of labelling these rock musicians disco we are, in fact, queering them. Reinterpreting the musical mainstream with queer-theoretical or feminist eyes, we're somehow warping the social constructions society rests on. As such, any reinterpretation and reimagining might be a good idea.



But I'm still a bit worried because "disco" is moving music out of the hands of marginalised creators and mixed audiences, into the pure hands of the priviledged. AGAIN. And not just because it's a political problem, but aesthetically – disco has always thrived on tension, juxtaposition, mixture, which seems entirely lost here. Thankfully, there's other music in this world I can happily think of as carrying on the disco legacy as I know it, but that's not exactly getting great reviews...

Finally, to tie it all together with the main subject of this blog these past few months, I think global ghettotech needs to be wary of not succumbing to these tendencies as well. There are definitely signs – tracks hitting it big only when they're published by western record companies, increasing collaborations, the "tropical" sound in mainstream white rock, imitation albums – that the music is moving towards being created and consumed by the privilidged rather than the marginalised (with us listening in). Is that really the way we want things to go?

2009-03-23

DJ Mix: Robot Sex

I'm sorry. DJing is hardly my forte. But I'm a bit over-excited at the prospect of doing a set for the first time in a couple of years so I've been playing around a lot in Virtual DJ, and just today I decided to record a short effort.

I've been gravitating recently towards music that deals with the seemingly inexhaustible theme of sex robots. There's something about antropomorphic sex toys that seemingly fired up all sorts of imaginations back in the late seventies and early eighties (when all of this material was recorded), and the combination of tenderness and steel that ensues is just the kind of contrast that makes music interesting.

Robot Sex (39 Mins, 53.5 Mb, Mediafire)

Tracklist:

1. Midnight Star - Freak-a-zoid
2. Sharon Redd - Activate
3. Dee Dee Jackson - Automatic Lover
4. Annie Anner - Robotman
5. Claudja Barry - Love Machine
6. Yapoos - Barbara Sexanoid
7. James Brown & FOE - Sex Machine

2008-12-27

Eartha Kitt RIP


The A side of Eartha Kitt's hi-nrg album "I Love Men" is easily the best thing Jacques Morali ever produced and often runs repeatedly on my vinyl player. The purring exotica delivery contrasts beautifully with the clockwork-precise soar of the arpeggiation, layer upon layer of polyphonous pop perfection. As if that wasn't enough, it also contains one of my favourite Orientalist cod-middle-eastern exercises, a genre La Kitt had obviously dabbled in before. A magic carpet ride indeed.

Eartha Kitt - Arabian Song

2008-08-26

Hungary Pictures + MP3s

Sabina is finally back with my camera after a summer of travelling around Europe, so at last I'm able to upload my pictures from this year's Hungary trip. Split between the village where my parents' summer house is and frequent trips to Budapest, it was a short but pleasant diversion and I came back with nice memories, a bunch of pictures, two CDs and a dozen vinyl records.

Flickr Hungary photoset


With no MP3 player or radio along the soundtrack to our journey was the music coming from sources around us. An old accordion-player at a neighbour's house playing what sounded like strangely Mediterranean tunes. The house where The Doors was always played late at night. From the house attached to the doctor's office: hip-hop sampling M People's excellent version of Don't Look any Futher by Dennis Edwards. In Budapest: trendy but boring local acts like Yonderboi. At the weekly village market, surprising Manele.

But most of all, blasting out of cars everywhere: Bódi Guszti. Not only was his music heard all over the village and in deepest, most cosmopolitan Budapest, but it was what was immediately recommended to me by both the CD stalls at the market when I asked for interesting local pop music. So I gave in.


The music is best described, I guess, as gypsy disco - it's fairly broad european pop music with a distinct bent towards roma culture (with portions of songs in romani) and tacked on beats somewhere in the field between disco and trance/house/techno. Bodi Guszti is an artist, band leader, producer, impresario and label owner, and I've got two of his group-effort "Roma Sztárparádé" collections from which the following files are taken. Three are from the biggest hit album, Roma Sztárparádé 2, while the last is from the more techno-oriented and considerably less hit-filled Sztárparádé 3.

Bódi Guszti - Bulizz velünk (Zshare): Straightforward party tune (title means: "party with us") and probably the tune with the most recognisable "gypsy" flavour.

Notár Mary - Itt a piros hol a piros (Zshare): Mary is the young star (20 at the time of recording) of the Bódi family's stable. The title ("here's the red where's the red") refers to the classic street hustler game of "find the red card", similar to cup and ball. Here it's used as a metaphor for the singer's seductive powers, and it's interesting that the street hustler role which roma traditionally adopt is used as a positive marker.

Sárközy - Neked adom mindenem (Zshare): No, not the president of France, though maybe a relative. This one has a nice melody, a long romani section and a straightforward love message (title: "I give my everything to you").

Bódi Csaby - Ne Szeress (Zshare): This strangely soca-flavoured track by Guszti's son is highly moralistic, asking his beloved not to love him as she has cheated on him ("Don't love me/you gave someone else your heart finally/your soul/your body"). "Don't love me" is a great title I think.

I'm trying to put together a set up to digitalise tracks off vinyl, and once I've got that going I'm going to upload a whole bunch of eighties tracks from Hungary that are probably more interesting than that lot. But I still think there's a certain quality to the Bódi Guszti stuff beyond the cheesy melodies and beats...