Sunday, March 08, 2009
Often it is said that the days of the dollar bin 12" are a distant memory within the confines of San Francisco. A golden era, when Funk's ugly cousin was sought after by only a handful of 90's house scene burnouts and a few collectors in search of gay scene nostalgia, and now of course you have bandwagon riding assholes such as myself and others in the mix, sucking the cities crates dry in between trips to buy organic groceries and $4 espresso drinks. And in many way I a agree with that sentiment, but to the contrary of that line of thinking I pulled this out of an old box at a thrift store a while ago for a dollar USD and although not a grail, it is a coveted and slept on traditional Miami sound disco banger of the sort I hardly ever post.
Everything about the arrangement on this track works:
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