dionne warwick is one of the most classic and iconic soul singers of all time. over her career she has recorded a string of hits and a legacy of music of outstanding quality. “move me no moiuntain” was first released in 1975 on warner brothers and has since become her most played song on the ‘modern soul’ scene. “(i’m) just being myself” comes from an earlier album (1973) produced by holland-dozier-holland’, a connoisseur soul track gaining support in recent years.
various artists including buttechno, broshuda, garrett david, steven warwick and more... each track was composed with the theme of apophenia in mind (the tendency to perceive connections and meaning between unrelated things), keeping a foot between club and experimental material. this record is a complement to a contemporary exhibition in berlin and a 122 pages book.
legendary deep soul french complation(s) featuring many soul classics, sometimes forgotten, which have been sampled countless times by some of the biggest hip-hop acts. cut from original masters. original packaging, beautifully and precisely reproduced to the original standards. original year of release: 2014
VINYL - MUSIC FROM THE HBO ORIGINAL SERIES - VOL. 1 (180G 2X12 LP + CD)
2x12 Inch LP + CD 19.12.16
der soundtrack von »vinyl« vereint klassiker des souls mit melancholischen blues einflüssen, country und kraftvollem rock n roll. die künstler-liste besteht aus namenhaften musikern wie otis redding, ruth brown und dee dee warwick. auch ty taylor, der den theme-song der serie beiträgt, kaleo, eine indie rock band und viele andere künstler aus den 70ern wie mott the hoople und the jimmy castor bunch sind vertreten.
180 gramm doppel-vinyl im klappcover, cd-version des albums inklusive.
so, the third of the new transmissions trilogy is here, and what a monster release it is! new transmissions pt. 3 contains tracks from belgium techno legend redhead, french producers sirius brown and killians, and is rounded off with a track from primates very own chief ape john warwick.
an ornate globe made with many layers of exotic woods spins on its axis. through the stained glass window diffuse light casts russet hews across the study. looking out over the walled garden to an orchard, great swollen purple and black fruits hang malevolently from mangled moss-covered trees. a gentle wind pushes the tangled branches and as they creak and moan the fruits thud lazily to the ground, gathering in mouldering clusters on the dewy grass.