It doesn’t take too deep of a dive into modern music to realize the unbelievable impact disco has made. Ya, that’s right motherfuckers. You read that shit right. Motherfucking Disco. D-I-S-C-O. Spell it. Smell it. Enjoy that musty and zesty brew coating your nasal passages. Oh? You think you’re too cool for disco? Sorry to say, but you’ve been knee-deep in that shit for years and you love its tang.
Let’s forget for a second the obvious: Daft Punk (the album Discovery [disco-very] or Random Access Memories which is 100 percent disco), Pharrell Williams, Justin Timberlake, Bruno Mars, Scissor Sisters, or anything else that is just modern disco under a thin veneer (if you wanna fucking argue with me listen to their modern disco hits first [1, 2, 3]). What many consider the first rap song “Rapper’s Delight” is basically fast poetry on top of disco, or more directly rap on top of Chic’s “Good Times”. Many people say rap came out as a knee jerk reaction to watered-down dumb disco on the radio. Don’t believe me? Ask Kurtis Blow one of the godfathers and founding fathers of the game, cause that’s exactly what he says. How about House music? Without Donna Summer’s “I Feel Love” and those pulsing motherfucking synths on top of that heavenly vocal, or Cerrone’s “Supernature” that 10-minute fucking hit, there wouldn’t be House. No House? No Björk. No Madonna. No Paul Oakenfold. No Deadmau5. No Skrillex. The list keeps going. Where would we be without disco? Hard to say. That’s right, you love disco, you dirty dog.
Unfortunately a lot of modern disco seems to have inherited that late ’70s shallowness. What was once a protest vehicle of a fucking genre for the black and homosexual communities turned into a concentration of sex, cocaine, and capitalism (fuck you John Travolta, for so many fucking reasons). This album removes all the garbage from disco, pulls the purity out of it with a syringe, and plunges it deep inside these notes. You want concentrated disco protest music? Here it fucking is. Let’s take the single “M.A.H” or Made As Hell, which is a heartbreak song to the Obama presidency. That’s right. Were you disappointed by the first black president’s promises? There’s a heartbreak song for you. Or the opening track, “Velvet 4 Sale” which is about the after effects of an abusive relationship for a woman. A far fucking hop from that shit called “Staying Alive”. This album isn’t trying to be disco. It’s not reliving the past. Like many good protest albums, it reinvents history. It goes back to the days of Donna summer owning her female sexuality by moaning in ecstasy and exploding in sounds of orgasms on her 17-minute fucking hit “Love To Love You Baby”, to the very heart of the genre where women ruled. It skips over all the shit, and ties it in a bow of modern appeal. It is a protest, but not through anger. This shit simply ignores what it hates and focuses on what it loves. Boogie down. Stand up. Let’s keep shit groovy, motherfuckers.