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cheat_sheet_top_header_560x62.jpg 20111129-dance-pop-560x225.jpg We don't know about you, but this time of year makes us want to strap on a pair of sparkly gold stilettos, squeeze into something that's possibly too tight given how much we ate over Thanksgiving, and get our ho-ho-holiday on — on the dancefloor, of course. Thankfully, many of our favorite pop stars seem to feel the same way, obliging us with festive dance pop originals and clubby remakes of the classics, all decked out with killer beats and groovable hooks. To get you in the holiday spirit, we've assembled this little guide to the brightest lights on the holiday pop tree, from the Biebster's naughty, brand-spanking-new Under the Mistletoe to Destiny's Child's ode to Rudolph. It's Christmas — with a beat you can dance to. 'Tis the season to get your booty wiggling!

Click here for a playlist: Christmas on the Dance Floor


Justin Bieber
Under the Mistletoe
The Biebster + the holidays? Why didn't someone think of this sooner?! The boy wonder knows how to get you in the festive mood. And we do mean mood: things get downright naughty on "Christmas Eve." The classics are craftily reworked (Santa comes to town with hip-hop swagger; the drummer boy goes clubbing), and the originals are finely tuned to show off Bieber's surprising range, from dubby coffee-shop pop to soulful country. Plus, a bunch of fabulous guests stop by, including Usher, Boyz II Men and, yes, Mariah Carey. Mistletoe is no Mimi holiday album. But it's one heck of a holiday party. [Rachel Devitt]


dubstep-radio-560x225.jpg Dubstep really isn't made for albums. That's not to say that dubstep artists haven't made some fine long-players. But the music's cold-sweat intensity is best experienced in a long, rolling rush, from bass riff to bass riff. To facilitate that visceral immersion in the deep end, we've created a brand-new radio station, The Lowdown: Dubstep and Bass. Here you'll find every variation of low-end pressure, from Magnetic Man's festival-tested anthems to Shackleton's apocalyptic drum circles—all the pleasures and terrors of bass.

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Discover Delsin Records

20111101-delsin-records-560x225.jpg A week ago, Amsterdam's rain-slicked streets filled up with DJs, industry types and hangers-on for the Amsterdam Dance Event, one of the club world's biggest confabs. There were panels and photo ops, champagne toasts and all-night ragers. It would have been the perfect opportunity for the city's Delsin imprint to crow in celebration of its 15th anniversary.

But Delsin isn't that kind of label. They threw a party, in the city's acclaimed Trouw club, but, unlike so many operations that hit such milestones, they haven't made much noise about their longevity. That seems fitting. Home to some of the deepest techno out there, Delsin put out music on a resolutely timeless tip.

Since their inception, they've been rooted in the traditions of Detroit techno, but they've never been copycats; 15 years in, they carry on a tradition, born in the Motor City, of powerful, emotive, deeply nuanced electronic music that kicks like a mustang and purrs like an idling engine. Artists like Redshape and Conforce mark Delsin's most purist-oriented take on techno, while Lebanon's Morphosis takes the label deep into analog sound design and beat-oriented improv. And Newworldaquarium's 2000 single "Trespassers" is simply one of underground dance music's most compelling tracks of its decade.

Explore the breadth of Delsin's catalog in this playlist, featuring Redshape, Vince Watson, Mike Dehnert, Newworldaquarium, and more: Discover Delsin Records.


Cheat Sheet: The New Deep House

cheat_sheet_top_header_560x62.jpg 20111024-deep-house-560x250.jpg Deep house never really goes out of fashion; somewhere, there'll always be someone playing jazzy chords over a disco beat. For whatever reason, though, the style is particularly hot right now, with artists from Los Angeles to the Ukraine sinking their teeth into the slower tempos and moody melodies of dance music at its most romantic.

In part, it's a reaction to minimal techno's long, anemic reign of clicks and bleeps; it's also a logical extension of pop culture's cyclical appetites. Birthed in the 1990s, deep house fits the emerging decade's desire for the near-vintage, the just-past-its-prime-becoming-prime-again. But the return of deep house means more than that. It's also a reminder of disco's role as the genesis of all contemporary dance music; it unlocks the door for R&B to sneak inside. And, unlike what's happening in commercial dance music right now, the new deep house requires you to meet it halfway. While hardly bereft of riffs or hooks, it veils more than it yields.

Read on to sample some of the deep-house highlights of the past year or two, and hear even more on The New Deep House playlist.

Also, to check out the roots of deep house, listen to our Chicago House Cheat Sheet.


DJ Mehdi RIP

20110913-dj-mehdi-560x225.jpg Paris' Ed Banger label has a certain reputation for, if not actual bad-boy behavior, then a certain louche, wanton excess -- from their overdriven club bangers to the frenzied response they elicit from their fans. From Justice's leather jackets and Marshall stacks to the mosh pits at their parties, Ed Banger injects their electro-house with a heavy dose of rock 'n' roll.

But DJ Mehdi, a member of the Ed Banger crew who died this week at the age of 34 after a freak accident at his Paris home, was, by all accounts, anything but your stereotypical, lunk-headed rocker; anything but the preening superstar DJ. A longtime fixture of Paris' hip-hop community who infused the city's electro-house scene with a welcome dose of sly cheer, Mehdi is remembered by friends and collaborators for his striking generosity of spirit.

A-Trak writes, "Mehdi was all about friendship, and that's what's gonna get us through this. Such a kind soul." Bag Raiders write, "The friendliest, greatest and most stylish DJ. A great light. A prince. Amazingly infectious smile. A beautiful man." And Mark Broadbent, of London and Ibiza's We Love parties, writes, "Mehdi always stood out musically from that crowd in my opinion, he always brought a massive amount of soul and funk often lacking. He was always a pure gentleman who showed respect and friendship whenever we met wherever we met."

You can get a sense of Mehdi's spirit in a video clip from Adelaide, Australia's Parklife festival from 2010, as he plays Lionel Richie's "All Night Long," surrounded by friends and fellow musos, all of them singing along without a trace of irony.

To pay tribute to the musician, we've put together a playlist of his tracks and remixes; check it out: A Tribute to DJ Mehdi


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Once upon a time, concerts happened in concert halls and auditoriums and stadiums and clubs. OK, they still do, but in the late '80s, young pop stars started tapping the power of their rabid teenage fan base directly at its source: the mall. Phenoms like Debbie Gibson and Tiffany not only marketed the heck out of their own images (T-shirts! Watches! Perfume! Dolls!), they also showed up at the mall in person and played actual shows. So on any given Saturday, a hip young teen might be found making her (or, um, his) way down to the mall to catch a concert by a prominent Teen Beat Dream Machine with a few hundred (or a few thousand) fellow screaming, hysterical fans. Relive those memories with our Senior Year, 1988: Teen Beat Dream Machines playlist.


David Guetta's Greatest Hits

20110830-david-guetta-greatest-560x225.jpg Erstwhile hair model David Guetta has gone on to become the face of electronic dance music's crossover into the pop charts — and he's done it, remarkably, by remaining behind the decks and the mixing board. In a few short years, his profile has eclipsed that of early collaborators like Chris Willis or Kelly Rowland. And with his new album, Nothing but the Beat, he proves that his contact list is second to none, enlisting everyone from Nicki Minaj to Usher to Sia, as well as earlier cohorts Akon and will.i.am, to take their star turns in the light of his disco ball. But he also reminds us, with a bonus set of instrumental club tracks, that he's at home when he's alone in the DJ booth, ministering to packed dancefloors.

To accompany the new album, we've pulled together two dozen of Guetta's biggest hits and key remixes into one massive playlist. Because sometimes you just can't Guet enough.

Click here to listen to the playlist: David Guetta's Greatest Hits.


Q&A: Deadmau5

Live from San Francisco's Outside Lands festival, here's our interview with Deadmau5, wherein we talk about… well, whatever it is he's talking about here. Enjoy.



You Tweeted your questions. We put them in a box. Natalia Kills answered them. Watch the budding pop star talk about her Illuminati membership, the dorkiest thing she ever did, what she'd do if she could be a man for a few hours, and what inspired her rad new album, Perfectionist.

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It's difficult to take Natalia Kills seriously, in spite of (or maybe because of) her desperate desire that we do so. The British singer-songwriter's debut is stuffed with dramatic, heavily stylized dance pop featuring Natalia as a self-destructive, kinda violent victim of love. Heavily drawn shades of Gaga color much of the album, but with dark-fairy-tale allegories ("Wonderland") and heavy-handed irony ("Kill My Boyfriend") in place of Gaga's playfulness. Does that all sound negative? It's not. When treated as the high-camp dancefloor theater it is, Perfectionist kills (sorry). [Rachel Devitt]





You Tweeted your questions. We put them in a box. Owl City answered them. Watch Adam Young discuss French accents, insomnia, high-fiving seals, and the methods and madness behind his new album, All Things Bright and Beautiful.

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With his symphonic, whimsical synthscape and earnestly enunciated vocals, Owl City earned quite a few comparisons to The Postal Service on Ocean Eyes. But forget Ben Gibbard: This time around, Adam Young appears to fancy himself a kind of emo Walt Whitman. Taking "Fireflies" as a touchstone, he immerses himself in nature -- as inspiration, as setting and especially as metaphor. Some of the imagery is painted with a pretty thick brush (see: the whole opening track) and Young's word-chewing can be grating. But if nature-lovers with penchants for sonic drama are your bag, Young's your human(ist). [Rachel Devitt]




20110816-gang-gang-dance-560x225.jpg Months after its release, I still have trouble entirely wrapping my head around Gang Gang Dance's Eye Contact. That's not a criticism — quite the opposite. It's been awhile since I heard a record that left me so happily bewildered. That's not necessarily because the album is "experimental" or "difficult," but because of the way it mixes pop and dance music so promiscuously with fragments of noise and sunburst. (I might have been prepared had I heard the band's previous album, 2008's Saint Dymphna, an omission in my listening I have only recently, and gratefully, rectified.)

One of Eye Contact's great pleasures is the way it evokes so many kinds of music — it's a dizzy rush of references even though, more often than not, Gang Gang Dance don't really sound like anyone other than themselves. I decided to catalogue the antecedents and associations that came to mind. Read on for a track-by-track breakdown of Eye Contact's range.


Lykke Li, Wounded Rhymes

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Album of the Day Swedish pop often sounds like it comes from an alternate universe where the girl group (wall of) sound never died out, and, thus, Lykke Li sounds sort of like '60s pop refracted back across the space-time continuum. Wounded Rhymes is at once familiar and alienating, sweet and seedy, like the album version of creepy baby doll art or aural deja vu. The watery landscape and flat-voiced siren's call of "I Follow Rivers," crazy/cute/confessional lyrics like "Sadness is my boyfriend," the dark, dirty slink of "Get Some": It's all deliciously uncomfortable. You can't not listen. —Rachel Devitt

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20110802-electro-top-10-560x225.jpg Simon Reynolds would probably have a field day with this month's roundup of new releases in electronic music. His new book, Retromania, examines the grip that the past has on the contemporary imagination, and most of my picks this month have a firm purchase on one bygone style or another. Portland's Soft Metals give New Wave its umpteenth iteration; Morning Factory and Two Armadillos both turn their hands to deeply classicist deep house. And Brooklyn's Laurel Halo makes lush, psychedelic electronica reminiscent of the '90s output of the Rephlex and R&S labels.

None of that is a bad thing, mind you: every one of these records has more going for it than its influences. But for an avowed Modernist like Reynolds, who recently told Pitchfork, "I wish there were a sense of things hurling forward more, with more direction," hope comes in the guise of both Zomby and Hudson Mohawke, two bass musicians whose new releases are decidedly future-tense.

Check out selections from all these records, and more, with our Electronic Essentials: August 2011 playlist.

20110726-brostep-560x225.png "Brostep" isn't a real genre -- it's a tongue-in-cheek term for dubstep's most aggressive wing, which has a propensity for serrated bass riffs and, sometimes, a reform-school sense of humor. Like chillwave, witch house and crabcore, it's a tag with which few artists wish to be identified. But that doesn't keep it from being a useful shorthand for dubstep at its gnarliest and tooth-gnashingest. (It just as well could have been called chainsaw 'n' bass, or perhaps testoster-tone.)

"Brostep is sort of my fault, but now I'm starting to hate it, in a way," admitted Rusko, the mohawked dubstep upstart, at the end of last year. "I kind of took it there, and now everybody else is taking it too far. It's not heavy metal. I've been in America touring for a long time, and even more so, they just want it as hard as you can. They're like, 'Rusko, I want you to melt my face off tonight! Play the hardest, hardest, hardest you've got.' I'm like, it's not about playing the hardest, hardest tracks for an hour and a half, it's like someone screaming in your face for an hour -- you don't want that. A lot of dubstep fans just come because they want to hear the most disgusting, hard, dirty, distorted music possible, and that's not what it's about."

20110722-boxes-560x225.jpg There's nothing like a major move to make you appreciate cloud-based music. As I wrote last week, my mom is selling her house, so I've been tasked with going through the approximately 3,000 records I have stored in her basement, and figuring out which to sell and which to ship back to Berlin, where they'll join another couple thousand pieces of vinyl already eating up all the available floor space. (My girlfriend has told me, in no uncertain terms, that we have space for exactly 1,600 more—that's the number of records that fits in Ikea's 4x4 "Expedit" model, the shelving of choice for DJs and hoarders the world over. So the culling is rather grueling.)

Despite a sore back, rug-burned knees and a frazzled brain, it's not all bad -- frankly, there's very little I'd rather do than just hang out with my records. There have been some happy surprises along the way, records I had no idea I owned: a pristine double of Theo Parrish's "Smile" to replace the played-to-hell copy in my DJ bag in Berlin, for instance, as well as 10 early singles from Parrish's Sound Signature label, all long out of print, and some of them fetching insane prices on Discogs.com. Speaking of insane prices, the process has reminded me that I really need a renter's insurance policy: the triple-vinyl edition of Boards of Canada's Geogaddi is going for upwards of $120; a white-label Global Communication remix of Lamb's "Gorecki" is selling for $160!

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Last week I was packing up boxes in my mother's basement in Portland, Ore., when I came across an old favorite: Fennesz' 2001 album Endless Summer. Not the most germane music for sorting through thousands of LPs and CDs, perhaps — I find my teenage punk favorites get the job done a lot quicker — but it turned out to be the perfect fit for July's sweltering weather. As I nursed a cold Ninkasi Radiant Ale with the hum of the freeway wafting over the pine tops, deciduous leaves wind-whipped into a white-green froth in the hazy afternoon light, Fennesz' pink-noise fantasia felt tailor-made for the scene.

Apologies if that prose rubs you purple, but Christian Fennesz' super-saturated music tends to have that effect on the senses: working with guitars and computers, the Viennese musician has a way of turning the six-string's ring into a powdery, pastel explosion of color and texture. Endless Summer, as its Beach Boys-riffing title suggests, is a pipeline to the sublime.

Daft Punk, Discovery

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Album of the Day Paris' coolest pair of cybernetics perfects its robot rock on Discovery, morphing Homework's buzzy filter disco into an even suppler strain of electro-funk. Never shy of lite-FM cliches, they turn guilty pleasures into unabashed house anthems with "One More Time" and "Digital Love," and give the vocoder a passionate workout on the infectious "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger." Throughout, the synths go to 11 and the vocals beam down from cloud nine. Establishing one of the decade's most durable sounds, Discovery paved the way for everyone from Justice to Kanye. —Philip Sherburne

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Senior Year, 1995: Party Girl

senior_year-banner-560x60.jpg 20110621-party-girls.jpg The 1995 film Party Girl stars Parker Posey as Mary, a club-hopping, party-throwing firestarter with plenty of street smarts, but not enough common sense.

A downtown New Yorker through and through, she lives the nightlife to the hilt; when she discovers a love for library sciences, she throws herself into the subject with the same gusto, going so far as to re-organize her roommate's records according to the Dewey Decimal System. Her system is so inspired, it bears reproducing in detail:

Cheat Sheet: Hipster Dance Club

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We're not attempting to define the elusive hipster here, but we're guessing this dance party may just be rocking a consignment shop's worth of skinny jeans, neon headbands, Ray-Bans, Converse and off-the-shoulder T's … but we don't judge. From New York (LCD Soundsystem) to L.A. (Foster the People) to Paris (Daft Punk), London (Hot Chip) and Melbourne (Cut Copy), hipsters are ruling the dancefloor, and probably having more fun than you are (but without ever actually showing it). Here, we compile some key soundtracks to optimize your hipness. So bust a move, get ironic and keep the PBR flowing (can we fit any more stereotypes in here?), because it's a hipster dance party!

For eight straight hours of too-cool-for-school booty-shaking, go straight to our Hipster Dance Club playlist.


LCD Soundsystem
Sound of Silver
LCD's James Murphy may win the award for the '00s' biggest hipster, but this album proves, most improbably, that he's a hipster with a heart of gold. Irony and disaffection course through these mostly dance songs' frayed, bulbous and lumpy productions — yet there's undeniable warmth here, and the beats are constructed with mucho TLC. It's all anchored by "All My Friends," a natural high as fluent in Steve Reich's cerebral looping technique as it is the language of a sweaty Brooklyn dancefloor. — Garrett Kamps

The Best of 2011 (So Far)

summer-best-of-2011-so-far-560x225.jpg One aspect of summer that never fails to surprise is that the year is now nearly half over: we are closer to 2011's year-end critics-poll season than we are to 2010's. You've started drafting your own Top 10 list already, right? No? You haven't? Don't panic: here, Rhapsody's genre editors each pick their five favorite records of the year so far. How many will survive until November? Which ones will be replaced by Lil Wayne, by Beyoncé, by the soundtrack to Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark? Time will tell, but for now, here are our picks for the year's best, half a year early.

Amon Tobin, Out From Out Where

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Album of the Day Defying categorization, Tobin drags drum 'n' bass through a thick sludge of hip-hop, industrial and jazz, resulting in a heady brew of sinister undertones, clanging noise and cinematic tension. Threatening, ominous, thrilling—listen to this for the same reasons you watch a horror movie. Then prepare for nightmares. — Mia Quagliarello

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Robyn, Body Talk

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Album of the Day If there's one thing we can learn from Robyn's impressive Body Talk series (and really, there are many things we can glean from it), it's that the sonic iciness of Scandinavian dance-pop is not antithetical to a warm heart. On the five new tracks that complete the Swedish pop darling's series, the beats could not be cooler and crisper, her vocals could not be more distant and affectless. And yet the lyrics are sensitive, emotional tales of love and pain ("Call Your Girlfriend" may just be the most empathetic "other woman" narrative ever). It is, indeed, a living, breathing body of work. — Rachel Devitt

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Girl Talk, Night Ripper

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Album of the Day After two albums spent cutting up hits with glitch beats, Girl Talk struck gold with Night Ripper, finding a broad fan base for his po-mo pop and becoming a figurehead in the "copyleft" movement, which posits sampling as an art form in its own right. Inspired by acts like the Beastie Boys, Night Ripper combines beats and loops from hundreds of songs into a seamless flow. Leaning hard on hooks and choruses, and drawing from both chart pop and indie rock, it assumes a broad musical knowledge of the listener, but club-ready beats are there to fall back on. — Philip Sherburne

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senior_year-banner-560x60.jpg20110524-studio-54-560x225.jpg While there probably weren't too many high school seniors that made it past the velvet ropes, in 1978, Studio 54 shone like a beacon to kids dreaming of bright lights in the big city. Just a few years before, disco had been a resolutely underground thing, but by 1978 and Saturday Night Fever, it exploded out of the gay community and into pop consciousness, where it was promptly mobbed with celebrities, wannabes and hangers-on. (For a contemporary equivalent, look to the backstage areas at Coachella, or any tabloid-ready hangout where there's a VIP within the VIP.)

Our Class of '78 may never have rubbed elbows inside with Halton and Bianca Jagger, or feasted their own eyes on Gilbert Lesser's infamous wall sign of a man in the moon sniffing sparkly crystals from a silver spoon. But these songs were the soundtrack to the fantasy. Check out 1978 as it sounded from the inside with our Senior Year playlist.


The Ultimate Gaga Guide

gaga-SG-main-thumb-560x225-3905.jpg It's finally here. After months of careful leaks, garish videos and audacious stunts (the Grammy egg!), Lady Gaga's Born This Way is finally upon us, without question the most anticipated new record of 2011. Full of synths, sleaze, self-empowerment and some good ol' sacrilege, it's bound to electrify Little Monsters and bloodthirsty detractors alike. We love it. You should listen to it. Right now. We've prepared a warm welcome for it: an extended review, a list of pop's most blasphemous moments, a Gaga Family Tree, an exclusive video recounting her epic battle with Rhapsody's own The Box and more. So let's get to it: the wait is over.

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Can the reigning Queen of Pop thrill us again? An in-depth look at Born This Way
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Lady Gaga's Family Tree: Hailing her elders (Madonna!) and her inadvertent children (Ke$ha!)
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Pop's Most Blasphemous Moments: From Gaga to XTC to NIN, a tribute to sacrilege
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Lady Gaga vs. The Box: Answering your questions about Yoko Ono, reality TV and the last time she cried
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Pop's Greatest Gender-Benders: Grace Jones, Prince, Bowie and other superstars who play both sides
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The New Class of Pop Stars: Who's The Next Gaga in Training?
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gaga sinead manson pop blasphemy.jpgPop music and blasphemy go together like, well, sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. Since the dawn of time (or at least since the dawn of metal), pop stars have gotten their rocks off trying to piss off the Big Guy and his followers. Sometimes it's political (think Sinéad on SNL), sometimes it's metaphorical (think R.E.M.), sometimes it's jokey, and sometimes it might actually just be in vain, or at least in the name of vanity (hi, Madonna). But it's always deliciously scandalous.

Taking a page from her spiritual mother (one guess), Lady Gaga has recently jumped on the blasphemy bandwagon. First, she swallowed a rosary bead in "Alejandro"; now, her second album, Born This Way, is positively dripping with potential sacrilege, from the church organs swelling behind all those sweaty, debauched dance beats to the good Lady's pledge to wash Judas' feet with her hair. In honor of such heresy, we've placed Gaga among her fellow heathens on this shock-and-awe-packed playlist.

Click here to listen to the playlist: Pop's Most Blasphemous Moments


lady gaga born this way extended look.jpgThe central question dogging Lady Gaga practically since she first took off her pants has been thus: riveting original or shameless hack? Are her meat dresses and dystopian dance beats and freaks-and-geeks advocacy unique, game-changing, iconoclastic moves, or simply updated versions of PR stunts already done (and done better) by earlier artists? Rather than defend herself, Gaga's strategy has always been to brazenly straddle the debate, planting a thigh-high stiletto firmly on either side and accentuating the apparent tension between the two arguments. She's a self-proclaimed one-of-a-kind "monster" hell-bent on shock and awe who's also never denied Madonna's influence on her work — and who named herself in homage to her glam godmother, Freddie Mercury.

Lady Gaga's Family Tree

gaga madonna ke$ha family tree.jpgLady Gaga's roots are always in question, and no, that's not a line from her new song, "Hair." Everyone and their sister wants to attribute Gaga's sound (and her success) to every other pop star and their sisters — including the Lady herself, who typically leaves her roots rather boldly uncovered. So, in honor of her new, genre-spanning album, Born This Way, we decided to take a climb through Gaga's artistic family tree. We've sketched out our initial findings for you, tracing the strains and shared traits that make up her musical DNA. If you love Gaga, you're gonna love getting to know her family.

The Rapture, Echoes

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Album of the Day The Rapture's debut sounds like peak-period Robert Smith howling over pulsating electro rhythms, with the occasional guitar ripping through it all with an unhinged art-punk fury. Chances are, you weren't born or didn't care when disco-punk first surfaced. In that case, this might just be groundbreaking stuff. — Jon Pruett

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Cheat Sheet: Chicago House

cheat_sheet_top_header_560x62.jpg 20110503-chicago-house-560x225.jpg Chicago house never really goes out of fashion. Invented in the mid-'80s, it was a catalyst for both British rave culture and Daft Punk's "French touch," and its minimalist machine funk comes back into vogue every few years, especially in the mercurial form of squelching, wriggling acid — a subgenre that's become synonymous with the sound of Roland's TB-303 bass synthesizer, first distilled by Phuture and Marshall Jefferson on 1986's "Acid Tracks."

With house and techno in a kind of holding pattern, bygone styles and retro fetishes are all the rage again, and from Los Angeles rooftops to the beaches of Ibiza, the jacking, chugging sound of Chicago reigns supreme.

For those interested in exploring its roots, a new compilation, EPM Selects: Chicago House, provides a good starting point, heavily weighted toward seminal classics like Mr. Fingers' "Can You Feel It," Farley Jackmaster Funk's "Love Can't Turn Around," Steve Silk Hurley's "Jack Your Body" and Mike Dunn's "Magic Feet." A few later tracks, like Gene Farris' 2002 "Black Satin (Miguel Migs Remix)," expand the compilation's remit beyond the strictly old-school, which is nice; many of the record's selections are already well known. The outliers do muddy the criteria slightly. It's too scattered to be a history lesson, too unbalanced to be a proper survey. Still, it's a solid collection, enlivened by rarities and forgotten album cuts like Gemini's "Z Funk" and Glenn Underground's "May Datroit."

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