My Spell 1981 Exclusive — Come Under

In the vast ocean of rare groove, post-disco, and early 80s synth-pop, few phrases spark as much curiosity among serious collectors as “Come Under My Spell 1981 Exclusive.”

For the uninitiated, this string of words might sound like a forgotten B-side or a moody incantation from a Halloween mixtape. But for crate diggers, DJs, and aficionados of the Boogie era, it represents a holy grail—a shimmering, elusive piece of wax that encapsulates the very moment when disco’s glitter was dying and the robotic heart of 80s dance music began to beat.

But what is the “Come Under My Spell 1981 Exclusive”? Why does it command hundreds (sometimes thousands) of dollars on auction sites? And why has its legend only grown in the four decades since its pressing?

Let’s step into the time machine and set the dial for 1981.

In the neon-soaked, transition era of 1981, the landscape of cinema was shifting. The golden age of the Hollywood New Wave was fading, and the VHS boom was just over the horizon, creating a unique breeding ground for strange, hypnotic, and unclassifiable films. Among the dusty boxes of video rental stores and late-night cable slots lived a unique sub-genre of erotic thriller/horror, and few titles capture that specific, sleazy elegance quite like "Come Under My Spell". come under my spell 1981 exclusive

While the year 1981 is often celebrated for heavyweight horror like The Evil Dead or An American Werewolf in London, there was a darker, more sensuous undercurrent running through the industry. "Come Under My Spell" (often associated with the adult horror genre hybrids of the time) represents a fascinating time capsule—an "exclusive" look into a world where budgets were low, atmosphere was everything, and the line between art and exploitation was beautifully blurred.

Directed by the prolific Cirio H. Santiago (a legend in the drive-in circuit), Come Under My Spell operates on a premise that feels like a pulp novel come to life. The story follows a mysterious hypnotist who utilizes his powers for nefarious, often seductive, purposes.

The film leans heavily into the "power of suggestion" trope that was popular in post-Vietnam era cinema, touching on themes of psychological manipulation and loss of autonomy. However, true to the spirit of 1981, it doesn’t get too bogged down in philosophy. Instead, it delivers a steady pace of suspense, moody lighting, and the kind of practical effects that modern CGI just can’t replicate.

I was fortunate enough to hear a preservation-grade WAV transfer of the 1981 Exclusive at a listening party in Berlin last month. The host kept the lights off. Through studio monitors, the track sounded impossibly wide. The low end throbbing. Escher’s breath control—flawless. In the vast ocean of rare groove, post-disco,

Around the three-minute mark, as the modular synth solo unravels like a spool of black thread, someone in the room whispered, “They don’t make spells like this anymore.”

He was right.

The 1981 Exclusive of “Come Under My Spell” isn’t just a song. It is a time capsule with a curse attached: once you hear the true version, all later remixes sound like cardboard. You will find yourself combing Discogs at 2:00 AM, refreshing eBay searches, and asking grizzled record store owners if they “remember the rain intro.”

Do you dare to seek it out? The invitation remains open, frozen in the grooves of a record you may never hold. Have you encountered the 1981 Exclusive pressing

Close your eyes. Forget the time.

Come under the spell of 1981.

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