Why am I posting on Salme Dahlstrom‘s album? I’m not sure. Maybe it’s because it sounds like the kind of slick, Garbage/Gwen Stefani confection that’s written for a chick to sing, only this chick wrote all the tunes herself. And produced them! And released them on an indie label!
The only problem with listening to this record is that when you’re done you’re left in a pool of sweat.
The album is relentless, bounding dance music. Nonstop untempo party tunes that demand to be played LOUD.
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