Blood On The Dance Floor


Depending on your tolerance for dance music and the overall development of your cognitive abilities, rave-pop duo Blood On The Dance Floor are either the most subversive act operating today, the audio version of ipecac or masters of extracting young girls with muffin tops from their money to achieve a great pop ’n’ roll swindle of their very own design. The truth lies somewhere in the shared section of the Venn Diagram described above, because at any given moment, Evolution delivers extra-effervescent pop (with cameos from Deuce and Joel Madden among many others), cloying common-denominator trash and (wait for it) a social consciousness. At it’s best, you’ll walk away humming a track or two; at it’s worst, you’ll feel trapped in an episode of Planet Starlight: Chasers Excellent.

While some of BOTDF’s career-building shock value is still in play (“Fantasyland,” “Revenge Porn”), the bulk of Evolution is centered on being one big self-help message dressed up in big beats, synthesizer sequences, samples and spoken-word asides addressing everything from love-yourself enabling to ecological respect. “You Are The <3” opens with Dahvie Vanity relaying statistics on suicide numbers while offering a padded shoulder to cry on. “The Right To Love!” is an equality lesson reminding you “the only person you need to prove your love is the person that feels the same about you.” The packaging of the disc sports posi-propaganda with a quote from John Lennon, leading one to believe that Vanity and Jayy Von Monroe have turned a corner regarding the show-me-yours-and-I’ll-show-you-mine crassness that got them started. At the end of the day, though, BOTDF fans don’t have to worry about the party being over prematurely; it’s just the boys have made the psychic first-aid tent a little bigger than usual to protect their brood.

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