Starshow 20 Successi 20: A Funky, Soulful Trip Through Time
Let’s get one thing straight—this album is a wild ride. Released in 1978 in Italy by the label Polystar, Starshow 20 Successi 20 isn’t just another compilation; it’s like someone took all the grooviest bits of Funk, Soul, Rock, and Pop, threw them into a blender, and hit “puree.” The result? A mixtape that feels like your cool uncle made it after raiding his record collection.
First off, let’s talk about “Sex Machine Pt. 1.” If this track doesn’t make you wanna get up and move, check your pulse because something’s wrong. It’s got that raw funk energy, with basslines so thick you could spread ‘em on toast. I remember hearing this for the first time and thinking, “Whoa, who needs coffee when you’ve got James Brown vibes on full blast?” It’s not overly polished or shiny—it’s gritty, real, and unapologetically alive. That opening riff sticks to your brain like gum under a desk. You’ll be humming it while brushing your teeth. Don’t fight it.
Then there’s “A Whiter Shade of Pale.” Yeah, yeah, we’ve all heard it before, but this version? Different. Like, “whoa, hold my disco drink” different. The organ swells are dreamy, almost haunting, as if they’re whispering secrets from another era. Listening to it feels like stepping into an old black-and-white movie where everyone’s wearing bell-bottoms and dancing like no one’s watching. It’s nostalgic without being cheesy, emotional without trying too hard. Honestly, it makes me wanna light a candle and stare out a rainy window—even when it’s sunny outside.
Now, here’s the kicker: how do you even begin to wrap your head around an album that jumps from “Love Is Still Blue” (smooth as silk pajamas) to “Oxygène Pt. 4” (space-age synth wizardry)? It shouldn’t work, right? But somehow, it does. Maybe it’s the Italian flair, or maybe it’s just proof that music doesn’t need rules to feel good.
So, what’s the takeaway? Well, listening to Starshow 20 Successi 20 feels like flipping through a photo album filled with strangers’ memories. Some snapshots are blurry, some are crystal clear, but each one tells a story. And honestly? That’s kinda beautiful. Plus, I’m pretty sure aliens would dig this album if they ever landed. Just saying.
