Rooty

Lodged somewhere between Prince and punk attitude-wise and more than a couple places music-wise, this is house music if the warehouse of its named origins stored leaky nitrous canisters. It takes a certain willful ridiculousness to lead off with a herky-jerky mixture of euphoria and catharsis in a breakup song (“Romeo”), create a dance anthem from a thrumming Gary Numan anxiety attack (“Where’s Your Head At”), and turn the dial all the way to Maximum Horny before ripping it off (“Get Me Off”), but the eclectic pan-funk scope of it all means it’s a crafty ridiculousness.