I’ve been enjoying the apocalyptic selfy earth-pain of this forgotten Michael classic… it came on the radio recently, which brought it back to mind. You can dance it pretty easily, and the video is a kind of pleasing exaggerated train-wreck dirge-dance.
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Subtlety and nuance are dead.
They died in 1483, the day Rabelais was born.