sprechen sie rhythm? its time for a new dance. welcome to the wonderful weird of talking drums an unsafe space for poorly executed dance moves, misjudged vibes and narcotic bravery. semi-cosmic, way wonky and oozing grooves, this is music for the fringe class. the party starts with a tripped out tribute to an italian inspiration. c60 lato a sees the crew pluck a couple of killers off a well worn cosmic tape, leave them out in the sun a little too long then stick them back together with an experimental blend of uhu and fufu. springy bass, spangled brass and mangled electronics make for a motherlode of funk, fried just long enough to make the walls melt. bendy.... over on the b-side the crew come through with a little bath-salt boogie, pitched down and loved up for all the slow dancers and romancers out there. strutting like a stoned fox, get serious wraps rubber-limbed bass around propulsive percussion, gets hooky with the horns then slaps you silly with its x-rated synth-smut. pinched from the pound bin and taped over a ch 5 classic, this disco drooler will loosen up even the stickiest floors. freshly dressed and pressed to impress, the drums are talking