It's 1988 and we wanna dance again. Punk's siege on the body has turned into a war of attrition, and even Ian MacKaye's new band is sort of funky. Hip hop is just getting used to the way it feels to dangle one's jimbrowski in the Mid-American mainstream. A joyous, gay club music called house is finessing its way out of Chicago. In Washington, D.C., a freak-friendly, gutbucket boogie called go-go is striving to break nationally. Bass is bustin' out of Miami. Prince is... More >>>