Dance Music Clichés Abused And Transcended


Once a month, Hüsker Dü–Sugar icon Bob Mould gets together with house DJ Richard Morel to throw a bash—named Blowoff, evidently a pro wrestling term—at Washington, D.C.’s 9:30 Club. This disc features dance tracks written for those performances but falls prey to studio electronica’s curse of relying on a lot of house clichés: namely, string ostinatos and the kind of lyrics (“A day in the sun/I need a life with a view”) drag queens might recite as inspirational mantras during a leg waxing. But two tracks smoke. “Hormone Love,” with Mould’s trademark buzz-saw guitars and a metaphor comparing a failed relationship to a busted microphone, stands out as the only straight-ahead rock song. And “Saturday Night All the Time,” with a jazzed-up keyboard hook, satirizes the seedier side of club culture. Mould came on the scene in the early ’90s, so it’s about time he took on the scene’s hypocrisies with the same energy as he did punk’s. And at least he’s doing what his alt-rock peers aren’t: having fun.

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