Monday, April 13, 2009

Midnight Star - No Parking on the Dance Floor (1983)

Super-wet sounding bass, all oiled up and flopping around. Fortunately, sterile vocoder vocals and Kraftwerk synths offset what would otherwise be a shockingly organic sounding 80s cliche.

Cheesy ad-lib lines like "Let me plug you in, baby" on Electricity bring to mind the question: which is responsible for more creeps, sleazy R&B one-liners, or Hollywood-style romantic comedies rewarding male awkwardness/desperation with the love of babes?
Freak-A-Zoid is the unquestioned star of this record, with its thickly layered, highly syncopated robot beat that would make Timbaland proud. Oh and the cut-up, black metal vocals in the intro (probably really a James Brown sample). The melting pot of weirdos/geniuses like Kraftwerk, Prince, James Brown, George Clinton & Giorgio Moroder is what this blog is all about. That and really stupid mid-song skits about how to spell "freak-a-zoid;" typical of uptight, British squares not to know how to spell "zoid."

Guys, I would have been "out" all of the time in the 80s. Is this what bro bars played instead of Flo Rida, because that is pretty much my dream. Imagine the frattiest bro bar just playing Prince and Prince rip-offs. As much as I rag on civilization, that would make up for just about all of its wrongs.


PS: Two of my closest friends have recently updated their online presences. I don't pretend to know anything about non-auditory forms of art, but I do pretend to like guys:

10 comments:

erik b and rakim said...

THIS IS IT

Andy said...

Dude I was totally going to ask you about this record. You played it on your laptop once while I was greedy and it blew my mind. When I tried to remember the name of the group later, it all seemed like a dream. I want to travel to the funkiest regions of space.

Dave Quam said...

yo mang, recently saw your comment on my blog, thanks! you got some dope shit over here as well! Will be checkin it out!

-Dave Quam

John said...

What Andy is trying to say is that if there isn't a place where they let you dance to this stuff all them time, then we should turn this place into that place + bead room. Heeeeeyeeeeaaaaa.

thesunchild said...

Dear Todd,

I'm looking for more of the party songs you hint at in this post for a party I'm throwing. Stuff with serious grooves but also outmoded equipment. I've already added some Off the Wall and Donna Summer jams. It's mom's weekend, and I want them to feel more at home than their daughters.

Aesop said...

How did I miss this fantastic blog? Probably because I was parked on the dance floor.

Todd said...

Dave - I'm super happy you commented, since I was trying to link your blog the other day, and I couldn't find it.

Pat - Man you've got a young-ass mom if she was jamming "Off the Wall." Mine was part of Beatlemania. Check my Giorgio Moroder and The Time posts, and let me know if you're looking for 70s or 80s or 60s or what and I can give you a few suggestions. I'm really good at partying, so...

Robert S. said...

I like this kind of writing. But, I have problems with writing that relies on cliches, and then gets them wrong! Example:

"Cheesy ad-lib lines like "Let me plug you in, baby" on Electricity beg the question: which is responsible for more creeps, sleazy R&B one-liners, or Hollywood-style romantic comedies rewarding male awkwardness/desperation with the love of babes?


Folks, to "Beg the question" has nothing to do with asking a question!! Nothing!!! This is the "other" use of the word BEG! It means, "avoiding the question"! To write, "It begs the question..,." and then write a question, makes no sense, linguistically! "Beg" here means avoid the question. As in: "When asked about higher taxes, the Mayor begged the question, and went on to talk about highway repairs."
So, let us all avoid using "begging the question" unless we really know how to us it!


R. S.

Andy said...

Robert S. sounds like a real retard!

Todd said...

Robert, duly noted & fixed, my droog. I'd rather not support the deterioration of language through careless misappropriation of phrase. May your quest to right the grammatical wrongs of the internet be fruitful!

My turn to say this: Now Andy, don't be foul!