Dance Music 4 Haters

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"The psychedelic dance song cycle boasts hints of classics: Prince, NIN, Bowie, Todd Rundgren yet is unapologetically modern. Dance Music 4 Haters strikes a meticulous yet hypnotic balance of harmonic and rhythmic exploration and pure fist pumping entertainment value. Someone didn't give up on pop music as an actual mode of expression. The beautifully eclectic vocal production illustrates these heartfelt songs peppered with just the right amount of smart ass babble. Of course, there's the encyclopedia of guitar textures with a hint of scene stealing gymnastics." - Charles Nieland, Her Vanished Grace

"GENIUS!" - Vernon Reid.

"Dance Music 4 Haters by Black Sugar Transmission is sinister – a dance-y, sexy, grind of guitars with a sparkly injection of electronic bell sounds, digital crunch, and a mix of both schizophrenic mania and definitive direction. You can hear the band’s pop punk electro-pop influences, but you don’t care about them because they’ve taken what’s come before and made it their own with wicked smart ass swagger." - 12 Questions

"Fist-pumping, melodic and highly destructive dance-rock" - David Adler, Philadelphia Inquirer

"If you wanted to know what would happen if you put the 1991 Lollapalooza lineup all in one band, this might be a good estimate." - Muscles Were Invented By Communists

Over the course of Black Sugar Transmission's four-year existence, the postpunk electro-pop outfit has always strained at the limitations of genre tags. Equal parts jagged new wave, power pop harmony, metallic muscle, glammy swagger and techno-gasmic sound design, BST lives on its own singular piece of musical real estate.

Dance Music 4 Haters, the Brooklyn-based initiative's third proper album release, collects on the more beat-driven, dance-floor-bound moments of this four-year period. As the title suggests, DM4H is dance music for folks who don't necessarily identify as dancers. It's rock and roll for techno-heads. It's punky, yet immaculately rendered electronic pop music bathed in the fractured light of a kicked-in disco ball.

Buy the full album and you get five exclusive BST bonus tracks: "Girls Gone Wild (Bleary-Eyed Mix)", "Miserylou (Backside Suicide Mix feat. Patti Rothberg)", "Don't Give Up on Giving In (Underneath the Whip Mix)", "Rally 'Round the Queen (Highball Mix)" and "You Should Be Dancing", an absolutely face-melting cover of the BEE GEES classic featuring Chris Hall on lead vocals.

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released March 11, 2011

written, performed, recorded & mixed by Andee Blacksugar between 2007 and 2010. all songs copyright 2011 Andee's Vault Music. mastered by John Pisani. bonus tracks mastered by Andee Blacksugar. cover concept by Andee, design by D.A. Karkos

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Track Name: Why Don't Ya Tell Me?
cool, yer so cool
cool. yer sooo cool.
yeah, u know that i'm cool too, so...
so
why don't ya tell me?
why don't ya, why don't ya
tell me?

ain't gonna spill it
no! ain't gonna
ain't gonna spill it

so why don't ya tell me?!

pressing in on all sides:
unreasonable expectations
too many voices
and the need to unburden

why don't
why don't ya tell me?
why don't
why don't ya tell me?
why don't
why don't ya tell me?
why don't
why don't ya tell me?


cool, yer so cool
cool. yer sooo cool.
yeah, u know that i'm cool too, so...
so
why don't ya tell me?
Track Name: Fresh Out of Heart & Soul
love the way we lead you on
steal yr daughters and we're gone
wish upon a falling star
sell you kitsch for caviar

hook you in, we hang our hat
(you) pay for fizzy,
(we) give you flat
come on get in the line
come on, have a good time
hope y'all are thirsty
cuz we bottled up sunshine

you buy the bullshit cuz
we tell you that it's gold
we can't remember
what we bought and what we stole
and we're
fresh out of heart and soul

we sell it new
well after it's gone old
wish we could help you but it's out of our control
and we're
fresh out of heart and soul
Track Name: Volume Up
put the volume up
on yr nuthin' but
volume up
on yr nuthin' but nuthin' but
volume up
on yr nuthin' but
volume up
on yr nuthin' but nuthin' but

i'm in a state of shock
from yr double talk
state o' shock from yr
double-t-double-t
state o' shock from yr double talk
state o' shock from yr
double-t-double-t

(dizzyin', i'm a spinnin' ring
pityin' every pretty thing pretty thing
dizzyin', i'm a spinnin' ring
pitying pretty much everything)

5-4-3
lord i see
more bad news
up my tree
10-9-8
ain't too late
break the slate
activate

ooh, here come a storm
ooh, it won't be long now
ooh, baby get born

put the volume up on yr nuthin'-but
volume up on yr nuthin'-but
nuthin'-but
volume up on yr nuthin'-but
volume up on yr nuthin'-but
nuthin'-but
Track Name: Catalano
high five!
this song's about us!
me, you and Chatty Cathy
and little emo Gus
we look 'messed up'
and that's by design
a cartoon by somebody else's hand
but that never crossed our mind

we got:
skinny jeans
and Hot Topic
down in the food court
it's misanthropic
it's target marketed
the kids are conquered
(by)
Katy & Joey (J)
and Catalano

high five!
we're SO underground
we are so difff-runnt
i'd like to announce
we're not MAINSTREAM
(we're better than you)
crazy black nails and purple yarn braids!
that's what we do

we got:
guyliner and Auto-Tune
replace the kick drum
with sonic boom
it's target-marketed
O.C. to Yonkers
Katy & Joey
and Catalano

da-da-da-da

we got:
bondage pants
and chunky boots
scary blue hair
down to the roots
it's market-targeted
down to the microbe
(by)
Katy n' Joey
and Catalano
Track Name: Get Plugged In
boredom's at the front door
ennui's at the back door
bullets in the top drawer
loading up my gun
desperate for the live wire
thaw me out with hell-fire
fear is such a vampire
look what we've become!

go on up and
get plugged in
become what you might have been
from Ashton to East Berlin
get plugged in
get plugged in
rip open yr eyes and see
the future's a vacancy
pin the volume, count to three
get plugged in
get plugged in

hum a simple rhyme, son
tap yr toe in time, hun
open up the wine and
drop the needle down

ooh n' ahh
we're in the raw
we lost the plot
but found the spot
now purify and
amplify
now cultivate and
stimulate

go on up and
get plugged in
become what you might have been
from Ashton to East Berlin
get plugged in
get plugged in
rip open yr eyes and see
the future's a vacancy
pin the volume, count to three
get plugged in
get plugged in
Track Name: Sweet Mortality
i got shoved in front of yr car
shot dead in yr
fenced-up front yard

and every prayer cast in the air
will be returned like acid rain
tide of anger rising
the hand of doom presiding
firecrackers cracking
the devil's lips are smacking again

i got killed by a news-stand heading
dragged across that funeral bedding

the colors all rise
they bleed thru yr eyes
in violent pornography
temperatures are climbing
i'm trapped under the wiring
skyscrapers crashing
the devil's lips are smacking again

sing thy apathy
(in) blackened harmony
sweet mortality
is your will to be
hallelujah, turn it up!

and every prayer
lobbed in the air
will be returned like acid rain
tide of anger rising
the hand of doom presiding
firecrackers cracking
the devil's lips are smacking again

sing thy apathy
(in) blackened harmony
sweet mortality
is your will to be
Track Name: Happiness Is Just Cosmetic
you blow through life
like a half-baked thesis
the world outside,
humming hungry like a plague
you wait for sleep
the swell of voices rising
like a letter-bomb,
the realization hits you

and you pray without believing
your smile covers nothing
and happiness
is just cosmetic

a trail of insects
leading to the poisoned sugar
the papers sell
their morbid poetry
the predators
are sniffing at yr door
their creeping tongues
now visiting yr ear

and the hills are watching
the skies have eyes
and happiness
is just cosmetic

...and on yr face
the bar code tells...
a chosen fate...
and it's time to sell

so you pray without believing
your smile means nothing
the hills are watching
the skies have eyes
you're the butt of a joke
that hardly bears repeating
and happiness...
Track Name: Tangled In It
now yer tangled in it
once a winner, yeah
you might have been it
now yer tangled in it
got nothin' but blame and
yer lookin' for a place to pin it
now yer tangled in it
ain't the fittest
but yer hands-down the thinnest
try to keep it all hidden
you laugh the loudest but yr brain is spinnin'

now yer tangled in it
t-t-t-t-tangled up in it
ya had fun for one hot minute
but now yer t-t-tangled in it
now yer tangled in it
felt good for one hot minute
are you the type who
would cheat to win it?
well now yer t-t-tangled in it

springtime, you were the
belle of the ball
a second later and
yer face down in the fall
clutch bag fulla blow
friends with people
you don't even know
text messages and BPMs
turntables and a
truckload of loose ends
roll into work late every day
did ya wanna grow up to be a cliche?

now yer tangled in it
t-t-t-t-tangled up in it
ya had fun for one hot minute
but now yer t-t-tangled in it
now yer tangled in it
felt good for one hot minute
are you the type who
would cheat to win it?
well now yer t-t-tangled in it
Track Name: Kick & Tambourine
keep yr dignity
kee-eep yr dignity
love yr privacy
love love yr privacy
kiss the enemy
kiss-kiss the enemy
point yr barrels at the state line

kick and tambourine
we're cooling down on JUNO ice machine
under the bombshells, this hell
gin and tommy gun
we charge in the sun

wheel yr cannons to the argument
wheel yr cannons to the argument
one shot,
two shots
to the armament
conflict will always be permanent
la-la-la-la-la-la
yer the government
yer the government

raise the fucking bass
bring us to life with
shrapnel in the face
under the bombshells, this hell
gin and tommy gun
we charge in the sun
Track Name: You're A Heart Attack
on and on
sing yr song
still they crowd
across yr bow
yr crusade
such a charade
so well-played,
the masquerade

six on six
bones and bricks
torn in half like a photograph
wane and wax,
you're a heart attack

wane and wax,
you're a heart attack
Track Name: Submission
they hit you hard baby
right where you live
they shook you down
to the timber in yr limbs
they called it punishment
you called it a gift
they bring the beatings
that you'll always forgive

SUBMISSION.

they took yr eyes
and they quarantined yr pride
they gave you knees
(but yr hands were denied)
the riding crop that found its way
to yr hide
produced an ecstasy
that flooded yr insides

SUBMISSION.
Track Name: Rally 'Round the Queen
i am the mason
i am the parasite
i am the miner
i follow you in flight
i pull the stinger from out of yr brown skin
now Jack n' Judy
are screamin' like the movies
you hear me buzzin' in

honey honey
got nectar for yr high-ball
a sunflower
and pollen at the bar

sing song
on yr tongue
Judy got her eye stung
black & yellow social
rally 'round the queen
sing song
on yr tongue
Judy got her eye stung
black & yellow social
rally 'round the queen

bumble honey digger killer
carpenter n' leaf-cutter
parasitic orchid dweller
rally 'round the queen
bumble honey digger killer
carpenter n' leaf-cutter
parasitic orchid dweller
rally 'round the queen

honey honey
got nectar for yr high-ball
a sunflower
and pollen at the bar
Track Name: Everything You're Not/Luminesce
don't leave me in the
c-c-cold
don't leave me in the
c-c-cold
buddy could ya spare a dime?
crawlin' up from the 's-s-slime
honey could ya lend a hand?
i'm like a stone in a
t-tin can

and it could be everything yer not
but ya give it everything you got
and it could be everything yer not
but ya give it everything you got
when the routine gets hot
you take the money sh-sh-shot
and it could be everything yer not
but ya give it everything you got

don't leave me in the c-c-cold
don't leave me in the c-c-cold
dog runnin' in the rain
broken off the ch-ch-chain
you know it's terminal
got yr mother in a whirl
boys told to attack
guns rat-a-tat-tat-tat
boys told to attack
guns rat-a-tat-tat-tat


and it could be everything yer not
but ya give it everything you got
and it could be everything yer not
but ya give it everything you got
when the routine gets hot
you take the money sh-sh-shot
and it could be everything yer not
but ya give it everything you got

and it ain't got a god-damn thing
without a little swing...



and it could be everything yer not
but ya give it everything you got
and it could be everything yer not
but ya give it everything you got
when the routine gets hot
you take the money sh-sh-shot
and it could be everything yer not
but ya give it everything you got