Mike, listen to a group that takes every bit of the Valerie Collective's pre- and post-Drive fame: Midnight Club. Imagine gentle synth hands with shimmering cherry-polished fingernails glossing over your earlobe. She's telling you a story and you can feel the puffs of breath on your neck, but you need to step out to pick up a couple more Vangelis tapes for the deck. You get out to go; she gets out to stay. You turn around and see:
cred: TNUC
They are off of On The Fruit records (which has excellent pieces like this and this) and they are every bit of the aural bits you want them to be whenever you and your dame's moods point to a T-top cruise in between Medusa's on the way to the Warehouse.
Midnight Club - The Machine
Midnight Club - Escape Time
Midnight Club - Hot Space
Cred to Tracasseur for pointing me in the right direction on this one.
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