You know this boogie is for real.
You know this boogie is for real.
Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away. I’ve got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me.
Why are you listening to all the things they tell you every day? Why are you listening, what happened to your own mind anyway?
Upside you’re turning me, you’re giving love instinctively. Around and round you’re turning me, I say to thee respectfully.
This is our decision to live fast and die young. We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun. Yeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do? Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
I got a date with the night, burnin’ down my finger.
Once I had a love and it was a gas, soon turned out had a heart of glass. Seemed like the right thing, only to find mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind.
Time goes by so slowly for those who wait – no time to hesitate.
You got the touch, you got the power. When all hell’s breaking loose, you’ll be riding the eye of the storm.
Every time I come here I’m not sure what to say. I know it should be easy but it never seems that way.
When you hear the music, you make a dip into someone else’s pocket and then make a slip.
Don’t drink, don’t smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow – there must be something inside.
Free your mind and the rest will follow. Be color blind: don’t be so shallow.
But I gotta think twice before I give my heart away. And I know all the games you play because I played them, too.
Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair.
Faster than the speed of light, she’s flying, trying to remember where it all began.
Could this be true? It all comes down to you.
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark.
Straight up, this album is catchy on a cellular level.
Destroyed by MTV, I hate to bite the hand that feeds me.
Raw, grimy, funked up danceable R&B pop. Also: fun.
Dearly beloved: let’s go crazy. Let’s get nuts.
The most incredible ‘80s album… of 2010.
I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray.
Get that body up.
The secret’s out on this one.
Spin, spin, sugar.
Not your typical album of cover songs. Just ask Alice, I think she’ll know…
Chic, posh, and pulsing synth pop are tops for the lads of the furry, fluffy, feathered and/or aquatic creature shop.
When you gonna learn?
Can an album be “too pop”? Please refer to the sign that says, “We’re gonna go with nope.”
Heads will rock n’ roll to this one.
You might just say that I’m so excited and yet I’m encountering a great deal of difficulty with regard to the prevention of obfuscating that emotional state.
These dudes out of Germany ain’t messing around with normal sounds. Oh no.
You want it, you need it, you got it… you got it!
Britney at her darkest, sleekest, pulsing synth-est best. Best-est?
Accessible electronic music with great hooks and the dance vibe to match.
Loud, brash, insanely catchy, and fun as hell. What’s not to like?
Nine to five, living lies, everyday, stealing time.
It’s complicated… but with this Kanye album, something broke through for me.
Robert Palmer and members of Duran Duran and Chic combo for some super group action, 1980s style.
An incredible soundtrack for a movie that doesn’t exist.
Don’t you want me to tell you? Read on.
Hip length and hip swinging breakbeats and super stylish swinging samples.
It’s rangy and genre bend-y. It’s electronic and lounge-y and rock and dance-y and then it’s an ethereal kind of something else.
Let’s get nuts. Let’s spend some money.
You’d have to have a head like a hole not to.
Blue on blue, heartache on heartache.
An unusual musical locale that’s hard to nail down, but well worth the journey.
If you’ve got an electro house urge, this album brings the satisfaction.