I love the temptation joining the dots between that unwritten, other story outside of American disco as it flows seamlessly from Hi-Nrg into Acid House hotwired to the celebratory European craziness marrying the two. Mark Moore’s latest escapade alongside Daddy Squad into that familiar territory sees twisted arpeggios assert the primacy of beautiful syncopation over what feels quite simply like the thrilling joy of energy captured, bottled and delivered all in one easy motion. Past words infect the rhythms, celebrating a wealth of music for the mind. Hard as nails, yet deviously camp if you know where to look.
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