Balmy, slow disco pressure from South Africa, 1983, dishing up Kumasi’s charming and only album on its first reissue
Just like Smiling C’s previous treats from Morocco’s Shams Dinn and Czech act Karya, the label peer beyond the usual hotspots to find precious blooms in early ‘80s SA, which, to be totally fair, is hardly under-regarded for its contributions to dance music.
‘I Know You Feel It’ packs that South African zulu je ne sais quoi in each part, from the strolling bassline and natty drum fills of ‘Anomakoliwa’, thru the plush synth-funk chops and harmonised vox of ‘She’s A Queen’ and the soulful dip of ‘What’s On Your Mind’, to the warm embrace of the title cut and the winking, wobbly strut of ‘Picnic (Moger)’ with its pealing sax and saucy bassline.
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Balmy, slow disco pressure from South Africa, 1983, dishing up Kumasi’s charming and only album on its first reissue
Just like Smiling C’s previous treats from Morocco’s Shams Dinn and Czech act Karya, the label peer beyond the usual hotspots to find precious blooms in early ‘80s SA, which, to be totally fair, is hardly under-regarded for its contributions to dance music.
‘I Know You Feel It’ packs that South African zulu je ne sais quoi in each part, from the strolling bassline and natty drum fills of ‘Anomakoliwa’, thru the plush synth-funk chops and harmonised vox of ‘She’s A Queen’ and the soulful dip of ‘What’s On Your Mind’, to the warm embrace of the title cut and the winking, wobbly strut of ‘Picnic (Moger)’ with its pealing sax and saucy bassline.
Balmy, slow disco pressure from South Africa, 1983, dishing up Kumasi’s charming and only album on its first reissue
Just like Smiling C’s previous treats from Morocco’s Shams Dinn and Czech act Karya, the label peer beyond the usual hotspots to find precious blooms in early ‘80s SA, which, to be totally fair, is hardly under-regarded for its contributions to dance music.
‘I Know You Feel It’ packs that South African zulu je ne sais quoi in each part, from the strolling bassline and natty drum fills of ‘Anomakoliwa’, thru the plush synth-funk chops and harmonised vox of ‘She’s A Queen’ and the soulful dip of ‘What’s On Your Mind’, to the warm embrace of the title cut and the winking, wobbly strut of ‘Picnic (Moger)’ with its pealing sax and saucy bassline.
Balmy, slow disco pressure from South Africa, 1983, dishing up Kumasi’s charming and only album on its first reissue
Just like Smiling C’s previous treats from Morocco’s Shams Dinn and Czech act Karya, the label peer beyond the usual hotspots to find precious blooms in early ‘80s SA, which, to be totally fair, is hardly under-regarded for its contributions to dance music.
‘I Know You Feel It’ packs that South African zulu je ne sais quoi in each part, from the strolling bassline and natty drum fills of ‘Anomakoliwa’, thru the plush synth-funk chops and harmonised vox of ‘She’s A Queen’ and the soulful dip of ‘What’s On Your Mind’, to the warm embrace of the title cut and the winking, wobbly strut of ‘Picnic (Moger)’ with its pealing sax and saucy bassline.
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Balmy, slow disco pressure from South Africa, 1983, dishing up Kumasi’s charming and only album on its first reissue
Just like Smiling C’s previous treats from Morocco’s Shams Dinn and Czech act Karya, the label peer beyond the usual hotspots to find precious blooms in early ‘80s SA, which, to be totally fair, is hardly under-regarded for its contributions to dance music.
‘I Know You Feel It’ packs that South African zulu je ne sais quoi in each part, from the strolling bassline and natty drum fills of ‘Anomakoliwa’, thru the plush synth-funk chops and harmonised vox of ‘She’s A Queen’ and the soulful dip of ‘What’s On Your Mind’, to the warm embrace of the title cut and the winking, wobbly strut of ‘Picnic (Moger)’ with its pealing sax and saucy bassline.