I don't really like to dance. At least not in public. And if you're (a) a guy, (b) heterosexual and (c) sober, there is a good chance that you don't, either. But if somebody is waving (a) a gun, (b) a pitchfork or (c) an Abba record in your face, there is a good chance that you will indeed dance, Mr. Fancypants. Because making a fool out of yourself is a reasonable alternative to death. Which is why
the A.K.A.s and the rest of the gang on the Dance or Die Tour will get you up off of that thing one way or another. Not that the A.K.A.s' politically conscious hardcore -- which the band describes as somewhere between Guns n' Roses and the MC5 -- is entirely conducive to shaking that ass. But the Florida group does insist that its full-length
White Doves and Smoking Guns is "an anti-boredom campaign that runs the gamut from state-smashing and corporate-bashing to holding hands and scheming plans." Which can't be worse than cutting rug to "Dancing Queen." Can it?
