NOT WITHOUT MY WIFE

Totally Funked Up: TRP Dirty Disco Classics, V. 1 of 10

Ever since getting back from Tokyo in January, I've been completely off that "new shit," which has left me a) more consistently bumping with that which I've long known and loved b) perplexed when I try and post on this site. I mean, I'm not a format stickler, it's just not my way. And I don't read blogs, at least not right now. But it seems the whole "blog game" is about doing some shit, getting pigeonholed, and then just trying to maintain whatever status you've been awarded. Well, tough tits. I'm tired of trying to figure out "WHAT YOU WANT" because frankly I imagine your internet-dwelling self is something like mine: hedonistic, undiscriminating, and unendingly consumptive in regards to digital intake.

So here's the first of 10 installments of that dirty disco, since it rings so true in spring.

Pigbag were serious. This is off the 1981 mutant masterpiece, Dr Heckyl and Mr Jive. Mainline punkfunk like Konk or ACR, but dirtier, and with the rumble of a fully sauced brass section. Scuzzy sax, horns that screams New Orleans as much as Cheltenham, homies from the Pop Group and the Slits. Basically, it's bubbling, baby.

Pigbag - Getting Up