You go to a show, but don't realize that it's a dance party where all the people are moving harder than disco freaks in a B-52's music video. At the forefront is a two-piece band, clad in white, pumping out aggressive break beats and sultry rhythms. The sound comes at you like shotgun blasts of keyboards, guitar, percussions, and vocals. As you move closer to the stage, you see the singer in the middle of robotic seizures and steps that look like you're watching Iggy Pop and Bugaloo Shrimp simultaneously on the same screen. They call themselves DDM, otherwise known as Dance Disaster Movement.



DDM, hailing from "nowhere" (aka Long Beach, California), have recorded an eight-song full-length album that blends minimalist dance, early electronica, and '60s soul. The chaotic dancey drumming is like a fusion of Clikitat Ikitawi and ESG, while a multilayered loop of pulsating synth is similar to Suicide, with noise guitar creating the always-chaotic backdrop. This record is so good it'll make you want to kick your grandma.