Men, Women and Children - Dance in My Blood

What is that ungainly figure lumbering over the horizon? Oh, it's Men, Women and Children, and they've brought the bloated corpse of disco with them! Please excuse me if I refrain from rejoicing in the streets, it's just that I'd rather hoped we'd evolved past the need to churn out this kind of rancid bilge. It's all here: the crap bass line, the absurd vocals, the pathetic orchestral stabs. This is a depressing, charmless exercise in masturbatory cliché that has no point other than to make drunken idiots gyrate like beached fish. [Jay Shukla]