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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 10h

Sun dipped, funk kicked in—spun Jonzun Crew’s Lost In Space. Electro grease, sci-fi bounce, Jellybean gloss. Vocoders talkin’, basslines moonwalkin’. Before Daft Punk clocked in, these aliens already clocked out the groove. #jonzuncrew #lostinspace

5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 12h

Erase women from music and you lose the blueprint. Say She She doesn’t echo—they confront. Every harmony resists. Every groove insists. Misogyny won’t survive this album. It’s heat, it’s protest, it’s a reckoning in stereo. #SaySheShe #CutandRewind

5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 13h

Rochelle Jordan dropped 17 tracks so potent my speakers filed for divorce. Play it before your turntable unionizes. #RochelleJordan #ThroughTheWall

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 19h

Sometimes all you need on a Saturday morning is jazz-funk that moves like a getaway car.
1974. Slick, sampled, built for vinyl. Gets your blood moving before the coffee hits. #TomScott #vinylcommunity

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 21h

She bent R&B around her—Babyface, Dallas, Nellee. No vocal acrobatics, just pure Madonna alchemy. And that 2025 grey vinyl reissue? Less embalming, more honoring. Vinyl shouldn’t feel like a séance. Warner records, wake up! #Madonna #BedtileStories

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 1d

Mocking Nelly Furtado? That’s not critique—it’s arrested development with Wi-Fi. Whoa, Nelly! wasn’t polished, it was possessed. She didn’t chase genre—she torched it. 25 years on, it still sings like survival: raw, radiant, genreless. Beauty in chaos. Rebellion in stereo. #nellyfurtado #whoanelly

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 2d

Michel’le didn’t sing—she detonated. “Nicety” was lip gloss with brass knuckles; “Something in My Heart” bled in satin. Ruthless Records’ lone woman, out-singing the men, surviving them too. Heartbreak couture. Gospel grit. A debut that still echoes.

5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 4d

28 years on, Impossible Princess still sounds like a genre experiment that never left the lab. Sleek? No. Cohesive? Not even close. Into the WTF crate it goes…
#ImpossiblePrincess #KylieMinogue

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 4d

The filthiest sonic trap of ’99. Glitch seduces, then detonates. Your hips twitch. Your woofer begs. You flinch, sweat, crawl back.
#AphexTwin #Windowlicker

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 5d

Triumph turned 45. Didn’t spin it properly till today. Not evolution—insurrection in silk. Can You Feel It? A siren for unity as Europe turns cold and a tangerine tyrant revs his ICE machine. Forget nostalgia—this is a sonic middle finger. #TheJacksons

5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 5d

Moloko’s debut = trip-hop with a jazz degree + a side-eye in a smoky pub. Róisín lurks, beats glitch, lyrics ghost. Clever, chaotic, clingy. I keep crawling back. #Moloko #DoYouLikeMyTightSweater #RóisínMurphy

5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 5d

Erotica wasn’t ahead of its time—it gatecrashed it. The sound was familiar. The framing? Clinical, dominant, female. No seduction, just control. That’s what stung. Not futurism—audacity. #Madonna #Erotica

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 6d

One fool said he was bringing sexy back. Cute. Hutchence left the building, but sexy stayed. “Need You Tonight” slithers, stalks, and seduces. If it doesn’t trigger a wet dream, check if your ears are pancakes glued on by a sleep-deprived intern. #INXS #Kick #NeedYouTonight

5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 7d

October 18: Gabrielle’s double drop.
Find Your Way (1993): smooth as silk, no skips.
Rise (1999): comeback of the century, soul reborn.
Before Beverley belted,
before Jamelia hit Top of the Pops,
before Emeli scored heartbreak—
Gabrielle was already reigning.
#Gabrielle #vinylcommunity

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 7d

MJ and McCartney stage pop’s politest duel—two scented candles fighting over a girl who’s already ghosted. MJ whispers velvet threats; Paul sounds like a toothpaste ad. She’s in the club bathroom like, “They harmonized at me.” I’m Team MJ. He could claim gravity and I’d levitate. #MichaelJackson

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 8d

Kicks off like a lift having a breakdown. Synths snarl, Gahan croons through bruises, Gore whispers filth. No redemption—just resurrection with bite. Happy anniversary to the album that slapped the angel and nicked his halo. #DepecheMode #PlayingTheAngel #vinylcommunity

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 9d

Aretha Franklin’s 𝙔𝙤𝙪 dropped in ’75 and promptly vanished. No reissue. No full stream. Vinyl copies surface like cursed artifacts. Last seen wearing emotional detachment and a faint adult contemporary pulse. Still better than half the shit I’ve heard this week.
#ArethaFranklin #vinylcommunity

5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 10d

Putting on a Christmas album in October is like microwaving a turkey in July. But here we are. Jackson 5’s festive chaos turns 55—harmonies that glare, sleigh bells that threaten, and Michael already weaponized. I’ll spin it when it’s tiiiiiime…
#Jackson5 #ChristmasAlbum #MichaelJackson

5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 12d

Revolver kicks the door off its hinges. The Beatles go full sonic sabotage—mournful strings, hallucinated harmonies, and “Taxman” snarling truth. We’re still paying: shipping, customs, VAT. Nearly more—until a tangerine tyrant’s tariff tantrum ate itself. #TheBeatles #Revolver

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 12d

Prince didn’t drop an album in ’92. He dropped a glyph.
The horns were obscene. The bassline strutted like it owned the block.
“Sexy MF” wasn’t vulgar—it was gospel.
I got crucified by my family for understanding the spell.
If you didn’t get it, you weren’t invited.
#Prince #LoveSymbol

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 12d

Glitter, moaning, trauma kit: Lauper rewired pop with shrieks, sobs & synth-onanism. Still indecent. Still iconic. Still clutching pearls. #CyndiLauper #ShesSoUnusual #VinylCommunity

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 14d

Picture Book turns 40—still struts like heartbreak in a tailored suit. Red-haired audacity, Thatcher panic, silk sheets, emotional damage. Simply Red didn’t ask for your tears—it seduced them. #PictureBook #SimplyRed

5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 14d

“Start Anew” is the beige parasite of Janet’s discography—orthopedic optimism dressed as a track. It gatecrashed Control’s riot with false hope and limp BPMs, then had the audacity to cost me. Now it spins in shame, archived like a crime scene. #JanetJackson #StartAnew

5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 16d

Just when you think music’s flatlined—Sault’s 10 arrives like Off The Wall on acid. Curtis ghosted. Alice Coltrane in a blackout basement. You don’t stream this. You inhale it. Slowly. It rewires the air. Not an album—an atmosphere shift. #Sault #Inflo #CleoSol

5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 18d

45 years since Dirty Mind slid its synth between pop’s legs and made it scream. Prince didn’t drop an album—he detonated lust. “Head” was foreplay. The rest? A motel mirror fogged with moans. Vinyl still twitching. #Prince #DirtyMind