Dancefloor Classics // Dancefloor Classics Vol. 5 10"

Finnish electronic artist Vladislav Delay aka Dancefloor Classics released 2024" on his own label Rajaton in January 1.

Contains 3 experimental juke footwork songs that leave the floor behind. DL code included. It's 45 rotations.

This concludes Dancefloor Classics.

Below is an explanation by the author.

"It feels like this? Does it look holy? My neck stiffens." Her reply: "Yes, it looks like this. What do you mean by holy? Religious? "No, more like that." You're trying to look into the distance. Now stop, the light will hit your face better.'' *Click, click, click.
He noticed her nails. Not polished. It's natural. It's even somewhat rugged, as if something has worn her fingers slightly. What else was this hand holding besides the camera? What made the ends of her nails run down?
I thought it was weird to look straight into the camera. The photographer closed his left eye, the one not looking at the lens. Then opened her eyes, she raised her face and looked around her, then closed her eyes again, raised her face, closed, looked up and very quickly closed her eyes. Everything looked professional. Maybe she's calculating the light and making sure it's close to perfect. ``For a moment, a thought crossed her mind: ``What does this photo look like?'' She felt liberated, thinking that it didn't matter.
"What's that song?" he asked. "Wait a minute, Ol' Dirty Bastard?" she replied. ``Oh yeah, but do you have a sample?'' ``Hey, can you look up again? No, further down.'''
New Directions: ``Look out the window and turn left.'' ``My left or yours?'' ``I always try to think from the model's direction.'' What a professional! This is a good shot. Should I be concerned about the quality of my photos? No, I don't want to worry about it. His thoughts raced. What kind of article will it be? Since it's a big newspaper, I wonder if everyone will read it. Someone might drink coffee and eat a stroopwafel. I wonder if the waffle should sit on the mug for a while so it gets hot and the syrup melts a little. That way you can make it slimy and bend the cookie.
She broke his train of thought mid-way. ``Now turn to the right, but to the left, and look up a little, but don't turn your face to the right.'' ``Hmm, like this? Just like how you do Pilates.'' [Are you doing Pilates? "Yes, sometimes. It's difficult. Have you ever done it?" "No," she said. ``I don't like group sports,'' she says, ``but with Pilates, you can get into your own mind and lose yourself in your private thoughts.''
"What do you think about in Pilates?" she asked. "Well, I'm mostly thinking about which side is left or right."

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10 "black vinyl. Edition of 500. Includes DL code.

Tracklist:

1. You Don't Know Me Anymore 04:21
2. Tenderly With You 02:42
3. Now Let's Wait 03:11

"Sasu Ripatti presents the fifth and last volume in his "Dancefloor Classics" series. Music for imaginary dancefloors, released on Ripatti's own label "Rajaton".

“”Look up, into the light” she said, while the camera shutter clicked. “Like this? Does it look holy?” His neck felt stiff. Her reply: “Yes, just like that. What do you mean holy? Like religious? ``No, more like trying to look very far, somewhere beyond what we can see.'' ``Okay, stand still, I'm going to come close to you now. The light hits your face great.'' *click, click , click.
He noticed her fingernails. They were not polished. Natural. Even somewhat rugged, as if something wore out the fingers slightly. What had these hands held besides the camera?
He thought it's weird to look straight into the camera. The photographer had closed her left eye, the one not looking into the lens. Then it opened, she looked up, perusing the surroundings, then she closed her eye again, then looked up, closed, looking up, very quickly. It all seemed very professional. Maybe she calculated the light, making sure it's close to perfect. ”What will these photos look like?” – the thought popped into his head briefly. liberating to think it wouldn't matter.
"What's that song playing?" he asked. "Wait a sec, Ol' Dirty Bastard?" .”
New directions: ”Look out from the window, turn left.” ”My left or yours?” ”Yours, I always try to think from the direction of my model.” How professional! This is a good shoot, so natural. I worry about how the photos look like? No, I don't want to. His thoughts bounced around. What would the story be like? do it. Will they place the waffle on top of the mug for a brief while, so that it gets hot and the syrup melts a little? Then it feels wet, and you can bend the cookie.
She broke his train of thought off midway through: ”Now turn right, but look left, and slightly up, but don't turn your face right.” ”Umm, like this? Sounds like a set of pilates instructions.” [she laughed] ”You do pilates?” ”Yeah, it's hard sometimes. Have you tried?” ”No”, she said. just be inside your mind, drowning in your private thoughts.”
``What are you thinking in pilates?'' she asked, taking more photos. ``Well, mostly just which way is right. And which left.'' *click, click."

Artist: Sasu Ripatti aka Dancefloor Classics

Label : Rajaton