
This is one of those records that I should have gotten 15 years ago when the garage/disco thing was flavor of the month and every house producer and their mother was sampling these nuggets that Levan, Humphries, Scott, and Forest had been hammering for years. It’s one I always kept an eye out but never totally weaseled after, knowing full well that I would chance on it some day when I least expected it. Stumbling into your local Goodwill and finding all this gear is a boon and a half, the Stevie Wonder platter was like manna from above.
That’s it, right now I’m up to my armpits in tunes, and it’s time to bust out the masking tape, the Goo Gone and a sharpie and start bpming and cleaning up these puppies. Yeah, it’s a sad, nerdy ritual but it’s better than drinking the money and then pissing it up against a wall on Saturday night.
Orr
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