Tracks v. Songs

Dance music fans know the drill. An oddly named act arrives from nowhere or Germany with a freshly pressed slab of peaktime and suddenly it's triggering flashbacks on dance floors and headphones around the globe. The producers release an LP full of the same snap, and now they're on otherwise rockist Top 10 lists and heralded as accessible figureheads of a movement. There's a brief pause, time enough for some composure and composition, and then the same knob-twiddling favorites start making press noise about how their new record is going to feature "proper songs." Cue heads, panicking.

Watch me watching Booka Shade not fall on their faces at Slant.