A dude of southern Norwegian origin once said this: "Anyone can make a piece of art, but disco is for gods". Whether you find any truth in that or not, one thing is for sure, the new single by the printer-galactic troopers of Mungol is one hell of a ride through the sonic wonders of discofied art involving one dude`s rather merciless meeting with the (un)godly.

It only happens occasionally, but it DOES happen. You've probably heard rumors, or read about it somewhere. Maybe it even happened to YOU? With "Moon Jocks n Prog Rocks", Mungolian Jetset have put it - literally - on the record: abductions by beatmongering disco aliens with prog-rock fetishes are on the rise, sometimes with hilariously fatal consequences, such as this tale of one unfortunate individual's meeting with the more funky forces of the Cosmos. Well, the story is as hilarious as it is epic, and musically is one of the more grandiose sounding pieces of dance music that will be released this year.

This is Mungolian Jetset's rather gloriously zonked-out tribute to every major disco act of the late seventies with all it takes: feet-altering basslines, holistic fanfares, ethereal synths, alien voices, earthly vocals, chunky brass, and enough drum breakdowns to make The Muppets' Animal blush, all brought to you in disco friendly full-on 13 minutes.

The second track on this vinyl, the satellite to "Moon Jocks n Prog Rocks", is "Moonstruck". Many Mungolian scientists have long hypothesized that this orbiting satellite was original part of the "Moon Jocks" cycle, while other says it is simply an independent planetoid that fell into the orbit when Babylonia Jones did her monthly twang. Whatever the truth is, we do know that this track contains dense deposits of prog ore (as in prog whore), alongside substantial amounts of groovinium and funketonium and significant amounts of naturally occurring dub alloys. A particularly lecherous listener has described the track as "just plain wet, where's the umbrella?" which somewhat goes along with one of the Mungolian's music-makers rather demystifying comments: "Nah - it's just us pretending that we`re in Weather Report or some fusion-ilk like that"