Dance music is dead? Oh is it really?

There's been a bit of banter about the death of dance music/clubbing in the nation's media of late. I would like to add my thoughts to the discussion.

COMMERCIAL dance music/clubbing may not be as successful as it used to be. However, commercial dance and proper dance are two totally different things. Commercial dance music is designed to appeal to a shit-faced audience of pasty-thighed, gusset-flashing slags and over-gelled, Hacket-wearing, beer-leery, pot-bellied geezers who need something to jiggle their tattooed cellulite and garish facial piercings to as they guzzle 2-4-1 tart fuel and circle each other lustily in ghastly provincial nightclubs.

PROPER dance music remains under the terrifying shite radar of Now That's What I Call Drivel 876 etc. Whether or not there is a chart-topping, big-breasted blonde in gold lame hotpants miming to a bunch of repulsive, hall-of-mirrors clones about love, dove, sent from above, ooh it's true, no one but you, take me awaaaaay at Martines in East Grinstead makes no difference to proper clubbing. Proper clubbing will carry on - no matter what pseudo-trendy bilge is being spoon-fed to the dim-witted masses - far, far away from Neil Fox, JK & Joel, and the School Disco On Tour Faliraki Megamix.