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  tonschacht
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dropp ensemble:
ingen tid
cat # tons020 / 7" / € 6.00 / ... read more

anla courtis:
tribute to calcium
cat # tons019 / 7" / € 6.00 /... read more

raphael smarzoch:
spitrobot
cat # tons018 / 7" / € 6.00 /... read more

greg davis:
gather/scatter
cat # tons017 / 7" / € 6.00 /... read more

janek schaefer:
early electronic compositions
cat # tons016 / 7" / € 6.00 / ... read more

donna summer:
fluxus, inc.
cat # tons015 / 7" / € 6.00 / ... read more

fibo-trespo / anders gjerde:
a hoax. a scam. a phony
cat # tons014 / 7" / € 6.00 /... read more

jazzkammer:
knitter
cat # tons013 / 7" / € 6.00 / ... read more

keith fullerton whitman:
live (at the tremont theater)
cat # tons012 / 7" / € 6.00 / ... read more

oren ambarchi:
der kleine koenig
cat # tons011 / 7" / € 6.00 / ... read more

further releases: page 1 / 2

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tons015

donna summer
fluxus, inc.

"this two-track 7”, brought to us by tonschacht is like a small dish of calamata olives. it isn’t going to fill you up, but it tastes very good and
will have you licking your fingers after a few minutes. let the hipsters keep their trucker caps and electroclash, "fluxus, inc." is a flexing of the
donna summer school of discocrash. bass jabs and horn stabs syncopate against the blisters of boiling breaks as a dancefloor doubledare for the moshers, idm headnodders, and innocent bystanders alike.
to newcomers this track might take a few listens to fully digest, while those who have seen mr. summer perform live know this song would easily fit anywhere in his energizing and entertaining sets. it isn’t quite the same without witnessing the full production of polyester suits and victory laps taken through the audience, but it is appetizing enough to have you dropping the needle back a few times before auditioning the flip side.
“awkward song about love” caresses the palette nicely by balancing the salt of side A with a little sugar on side B. jason continues with his brand of unapologetic sample exploitation, though this time around he gets some acoustic assistance from guitarist david grubbs. Seemingly modeled after an epic 70’s rock ballad, it reminds me of a summer beach party thrown by macho men with mullets and the women who love them. the tunes are pouring out of an iroc-z parked nearby and there is plenty of coors light on hand … ok – maybe not all of you grew up in iowa, but I did."
(Igloo Magazine)