When I was 17 I went on a Thomas Cook Club 18-30 holiday to a small Greek island on which, only a few years before, real humans had actually lived. There we drunk pints of an unsettlingly bright liquid dubbed “Liquid Cocaine” and the trip climaxed with a friend of mine shitting in the middle of the floor during the night because he was so pissed. I thought that was as crazy as it got, until two years later many of the same people went a bit farther afield to the sunny shores of South East Asia. There the liquid wasn’t red but neon blue, and guess what? It didn’t come in pint glasses but in buckets, apparently it was mental. I mean Thailand must be an amazing place to go on holiday at the moment. Not only can you go to huge raves on beaches and take face meltingly good drugs, but you can also chill out and watch Friends on repeat in a bar whilst digesting an inspired mix of fried eggs, Valium and Viagra. If that wasn’t enough all the normal food stuffs actually have real amphetamine in them! Sure the cops are a bit strict and wield life time custodial sentences like prison was cool, but it’s worth it to stay up for days on end with nothing but a relentless stiffy and some sun burnt, lobotomized pedophile for company. Wicked.
The tracks are from a mysterious compilation called “Thai Pop Spectacular 1960-1980s” that I accidentally downloaded off my girlfriend’s computer when trying to get all her Bon Iver albums. The compilation appears on the super Sublime Frequencies imprint, which is also home to Syrian pop don Omar Souleyman. On some of the tracks you can hear quite clearly the echoes of US funk, surf and disco. Happily something entirely fresh is created in the process of interpretation.