Detroit meets New York when Westbound’s Tom Moulton and Issy Sanchez take on disco.
I think by this time we know the true story of disco. Not, as it was once portrayed, the cheesy pop music of the late 1970s. Not John Travolta, flashing dancefloors or Broadway hits re-imagined with a four/four beat. Sure, this is what it became for a short while on the back of the success of Saturday Night Fever, but its roots were in the underground and with clubbers who wanted their nights soundtracked by great music, chosen by visionary selectors.
For all intents and purposes, disco was invented in New York in the first half of the 1970s, in a series of clubs where those on the edge of society went to forget about their troubles and have a good time. It was in this frenzied atmosphere where seamless mixing became part of the DJ’s repertoire and where the enterprising could edit tracks to extend their most dancefloor-friendly elements.
