Zongamin is a one-man Japanese-born French-dance band-man, and his first album is one of my long drive secret weapon cds. He's had releases on Ed Banger and Kitsuné, but it goes deeper than neon indie dance night, friends. In the beginning, there's rhythm, but there's also quirky samples slowly turning into hiccup groobe and laid-back soundtrack numbers.
This is him and some friends covering Sun Ra and making a goofy 16mm about gold lamé planetary computer wizards that walk the rocky desert and need spare parts. The song has a perky little shuffle. I imagine happy seventies Japanese auto workers breaking efficiency records to this song. Maybe it's playing in a compact station wagon when a Kurt Vonnegut car salesmen is taking mom and dad out for a Midwest test drive.
¶ 8:52 PM