Blame it on the numa numa, but after decades of nutritious ascetic denial, techno/electron-ica/Venutian rave/whatever-it's-calling-itself-this- week finally seems to have deigned to embrace its inner Boney M. Unless it already did, back when Derrick May was scouring backstreet Ferndale bins for obscure Alexander Robotnik Italodisco fuzzdance imports; sometimes it's hard to keep track. By summer, at this rate, Ish and Bobby O and Yello should be acknowledged as more important... More >>>