Dance Music 4 Haters

by Black Sugar Transmission

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1.
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?
2.
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
3.
Volume Up 02:45
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
4.
Catalano 03:06
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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...
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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
11.
Submission 02:43
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.
12.
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
13.
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

about

"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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