Album Review: Rar by Onom Agemo And The Disco Jumpers
If you’re into funk and soul with a twist of German flair, Rar by Onom Agemo And The Disco Jumpers is worth your time. Released in 2015 under Agogo Records, this album feels like a groovy love letter to vintage sounds mixed with modern vibes. It’s not flashy or overproduced—just solid musicianship that keeps things fresh.
The tracklist might be short, but it packs a punch. Let’s talk about “Rar (Single Version)” first. This one grabs you right away with its tight rhythm section led by Bernd Oezsevim on drums and Karl-Erik Enkelmann on bass. They lay down a groove so smooth, you’ll want to hit repeat just to catch all the little details. Then there’s Johannes Schleiermacher’s sax work—he switches between tenor and baritone like it’s second nature, adding layers of soulful swagger. Honestly, this tune sticks because it doesn’t try too hard; it lets the instruments do the talking.
Then we’ve got “Rar (Radio Citizen Vinyl Mix).” If the single version is for late-night chill sessions, this remix is for when you need something livelier. The mix leans into more electronic territory without losing the organic feel of the original. Jörg Hochapfel’s organ adds a subtle warmth, while Kalle Zeier’s guitar riffs keep things funky. What really stands out here is how the synth—also handled by Schleiermacher—ties everything together. You can tell they had fun tweaking this one for the dance floor.
What makes Rar memorable isn’t just the music itself—it’s the vibe. Everyone involved brings their A-game, and you can hear the chemistry between them. These guys aren’t just playing notes; they’re jamming like old friends who know exactly where the other is headed next. That energy seeps through every track.
In a world full of polished pop and cookie-cutter beats, Rar reminds us why live instrumentation still matters. Sure, it’s not gonna change your life overnight, but it’ll definitely make your day better. Oddly enough, listening to this record feels like finding an obscure vinyl at a thrift store—you didn’t expect much, but once you give it a spin, you realize it’s pure gold.
