A Night At The Playboy Mansion

As every dog in the street knows, the true test of a disco record has always been: does it move you in your soul as well as your feet? Does it stand up to the phrase "Last night a DJ saved my life"? Sadly, this collection of booty-shakers old and new mixed by erstwhile loungecore lizard Dimitri from Paris - themed around the Seventies era of coked-out, tits-out Hugh Hefner-style nihilistic hedonism - will never mean remotely that much to anybody.

Not that this is a bad record: you got yer steamy porn vocals (Cerrone's 'Give Me Love'), yer hot-n-sax-y, er, bongo action (Atmosfear's 'Motivation') and all manner of - well, actually, exactly one kind of - disco thumping going like the clappers throughout, suitable for retro-saucy satin-panted poolside fun. But really, these tracks are strictly B-grade and forgettable, not to say soulless, and go by in a bit of an unmemorable blur (not the fun kind).

That said, they aren't meant to be scrutinised closely, presumably, but through the Vaseline-sticky prism of being out of one's bickie on champagne drunk out of ladies footwear and coke ingested off of ladies and other things. Which makes A Night a fine party record, obviously: but more discerning disco children will hear better on local pirate radio most nights.