Fire In The Disco
Stardate:Somewhere in the late seventies
A rock apocalypse called punk has cracked Planet Pop like a peppercorn. While one half of the world's musical youth turns dayglo, the other burns in a disco inferno.
Leathery ol' rockers who've plodded through the seventies lolloping like walruses, or crashed like wasted scarecrows are running scared from bristly gangs of punky young things out for scraps, scalps and single sales. Where can these heavy-hitting has-beens find shelter in this teenage wasteland. Rejected by the new wave, how can the old wave reposition their pop appeal and cut it wiv ver kids?
How - by seeking asylum amongst the Saturday night fevered. Dolling up in disco drag and dipping into a dressing up box of highhats, handclaps and fidget-fingered bubbly basslines
R*lling St*nes - Miss You (12") The definitive disco 'oompah oompah' octave bassline that first appears at 00:59 and reriffs throughout the track is allegedly a Billy Preston keyboard trick adapted for bass
by Bill Wyman
R*d Stewart - Do Ya Think I'm Sexy Written as a direct response to Miss You - I have absolutely no shame in loving Rod's guiltiest of pleasures as much now, as I did when asking for it as a 13th birthday
prezzie.
IT'S A POP QUIZ - Paul Stanley plays his signature 'shattered mirror' guitar in this vid, a design inspired by someone fronting a group of Brit-stompers - BUT WHO??? Ki$$ - I Was Made For Loving You
David Bowie - John I'm Only Dancing (Again) 12"
In all fairness Bowie had beaten every other bugger to the dancefloor by a distance of four years, and was wrapping up his Eno-electro trilogy with Lodger while his peers were busy booking seats on the boogie nights bandwagon. * The asterisks and $$ are a deliberate attempt to avoid being blog-whacked








Comments (3)
"How - by seeking asylum amongst the Saturday night fevered. Dolling up in disco drag and dipping into a dressing up box of highhats, handclaps and fidget-fingered bubbly basslines"
Hah..I've been rolling this around my mind and it is a mighty set of words indeed. Nice one.
I guess they were the only cats that could get in the VIP, so they were same from the rabble that wanted their scalps.
Thanks Cody, you're too kind - I keep forgetting to Mog my blog - you can get the full-fat edition here..
http://planetmondo.blogspot.com/
Now if only I could learn to spell. Have a good 'un PMundo.