Step right up! I’ve got a goth clown’s pocketful of  illuminated claptrap right here. First, I pull out a defence of disco from Mouth Congress, and then I’ve got Disco Angels and Disco Devils (Damon Edge and Black Devils Disco Club), Dada sound-poetry, lashings of silly lyrics, funk freak-a-zoids, psychedelia, gibberish, nonsense AND no-nonsense excellence, some Synthesizer Greatest Hits Vol. 2, BeBop Deluxe for rock texture, Belgian bops with guttural choking noises and a yum-yum Naffi Sandwich to finish.

If ever in doubt, I just remember a night out dancing with Editor Soma during which she cried out to the DJ ,”MORE WEIRD SHIT”, which is always correct. Play here: