And then Billy Orbit gets busy. Five minutes in, the song runs off a cliff, Our Lady's voice hanging like Wile E. Coyote in midair, suspended by nothing but a syncopated handclap. Then the "instruments" start to come in again one by one, pulsing and modulating as each in turn joins the main motion of the mix. It's a classic old-school breakdown passed through the new technology.
Okay, okay, so not as if electronica never happened but as if it never chose math homework over going on a date, or never learned to be a position paper while forgetting how to get down and boogie oogie oogie.