While I was listening to tons of hip hop and going to as many likeminded gigs as possible, having just moved down to that London a year before. However, somewhere in a parallel universe, this was the sound of summer in 1988. I was aware of it, but at the time it just felt impossibly commercial and cheesy. That all changed the following year once I’d visited Biggin Hill airfield and everything took off. Elegant in its simplicity, it’s all about emotion and feeling this one. A synthetic latin groove more from London than Ibiza, and a great video in which no one is playing their instruments. Still bangin’ today.
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