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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 5h

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 · 6h

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

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 · 3d

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 · 3d

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 · 17d

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

5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 17d

Started music at 3, spiraled through every genre—but Brazilian? Never dove deep. Horse Meat Disco Vol.1 hit like a Caipirinha spill on my bell-bottoms. Drop your fave Brazilian artists below (I know Mendes, Alcione, Gil). I want the weirdos, heartbreakers, legends.
#BrazilianMusic

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 18d

Oct 7, 1997 — I found breath. Alone in Paris, broke but surviving, I bought #TheVelvetRope. Didn’t know Janet would be there. Didn’t know her smile would shift everything. That album wasn’t music. It was sanctuary. Still is. #JanetJackson

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5am Mu5ic @5ammu5ic.bsky.social · 20d

Living My Life wasn’t a breakthrough—it was proof. Grace Jones bled what the new girls brand. She didn’t chase trends, she erased them. Fluid, feral, divine—she made mystery a throne and survival seductive. The rest? Still auditioning in her discarded blueprint.
#gracejones #livingmylife

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