The clubs are shut, but there’s always your living room: here we’ve got techno reveries, Balearic bliss and unlikely club divas
The only criticism you can make of Giorgio Moroder’s motor-disco landmark is that it is too short. Enter like-minded New Yorker Patrick Cowley, five years later, who exploited that Escher-staircase bassline to create a dizzying 3D labyrinth with shades of dub, jazz and psychedelia, and premonitions of techno. Sixteen minutes that hint at infinity.