Heart, darkness. Blood, sweat.
70s, drugs, pain, and dance.
The sound of a gong introduces the tracks in this restless Inferno. Welcome to the circle of lust.
The perfect antithesis.
The rhythm slinks euphorically and slimily under the skin as if to elevate this triumph to paradise, almost as if to exorcise your dramas.
Money, women, power. Flames around us that burn, but now extinguish them by dancing on them, or if you prefer, burn once and for all.
"Do Hell!" exclaims the frantic father of fire, while the female choirs vanish between a funky riff and a driving bass line.
The idea of including a cover of the traditional When The Saints Go Marchin' In within an album called like this is amusing.
There is also room for three tracks previously made famous by the godfather of funk, such as Please, Please, Please (in a Latin version with Spanish phrases between verses), I Can't Stand It, and a Lost Someone that is faster and catchier.
The demon on your shoulder is dancing.