The return of spring and hormones inspired us a little showcase of house and techno.
Don't expect the latest shit, we're not your typical techno DJ.
Just a fine selection of groovy, sexy and trippy uplifting tunes.
Don't forget that tempo is relative to the speed of your thoughts. And the age of the Captain.
For the ones that could still only read the "Disco" in Dada Disco, remember that Dada is unexpected and undefinable.

photo (c) remoundjulia

... And Some Like It Faster!

If you were to ask, DADADISCO wouldn't name a single specific source of their inspiration. These two french gourmands take in and digest pretty much everything, from hard rocks and heavy metals to synthetics and ambience... That means you can expect anything from Denis and Guillaume but cliché. Design, art, cinema and fashion are just as important to them as music. And it all comes through in their sets. 
These gents are very much the products of the "promiscuous and omnivorous" disco mayhem, forever imprinted in the collective memory of club culture as Bar25. It was through this jolly demonic mill, fumes and flames, thick and thin, that this combo blazed their way onto Berlin's raucous music scene. Veritable performers, their epic endless sets were somewhat of a cross between music and circus.
When it closed for good, DADADISCO went global, spreading their retro-futuristic sound along with their overtly surrealist attitude. "Dada" in their name refers, of course, to a movement that in the mid-20th century famously repudiated and mocked all sorts of artistic conventions while emphasising the illogical and absurd. DADADISCO keeps experimenting with genres and influences to discover and deliver their own unique blend of sexy electronica, always favouring spontaneity over etiquette. The name sticks on all of these counts.

Tout est DADA, DADA est partout.

“No matter how corrupt and greedy our government and our corporations and our media and Wall Street and our religious and charitable organizations may become, the music will still be perfectly wonderful.

If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:

The only proof he needed of the existence of God was music”.