Last Party
Music is notorious for the easy way it has unbottling, but memory is the chameleon of organs, as personal as a thumbprint. Some piece of music that will waft one person back into a smokey vlub - back when there were smokey clubs, that is - might plunk somebody else in an arena or transport a third into some scorching passage of his or her private life. Some music, through, wills you into a particular mood or state of being, and that is the case with the music here. It is club music. Dance music, mostly. It is music that will forever be associated with Studio , though it expanded throguh a coruscating network of clubs worldwide, and it has rhe peculiar self-sufficient joyfulness of a music of liberation into pleasure. If it was music that encouraged you to check your brain at the door, along with your politics, that is because it is a music pure hedinism, and that is because it is a music from a time when hedonism could be pure.