Shitdisco

The Emanator

[3.5/5]

Some decades ago, gob-splattered indie-punk kids and cocaine-crusted disco dandies looked at each other through dilated pupils and decided to dance hand-in-hand, leather and polyester together, gold chains and glossy Mohawks roaming free. While that musical DNA has mutated more than a month spent in the metaverse of Spore, just a drop of “Disco Blood” shows it still has new pleasures to yield. The hypersexed tight genes of Shitdisco swell with historical echoes-A DFA-produced Franz Ferdinand; the Rakes with a sex drive; Gang Of Four sans politics but with added jaw-clenching meth crackle-but somehow “Reactor Party” and the rest manage to move it move it despite the legacy, the existential excremental exercises that the kids don’t know but the old dudes understand. (DIM MAK/DOWNTOWN; dimmak.com) Erick Haight