So I got this CD in the mail three days ago— forget its name, from some record company or publicist in Philadelphia— it's sitting in the other room; I'm using the ignorance-as-insight approach to this review, so I won't go and get it— with no explanation or promo materials accompanying it, no musicians that I recognized. I put it on, thinking, at the start, as I'm hearing an electronic pulse, or some pulse, "Oh, electronic dance." I'd just been listening to Hardknox and Moby, so that's why I was primed to hear it as "electronic dance." Then— I'm writing... More >>>