In 1994, Gregg Alexander got into his blue Ford Mustang to go out clubbing, but the old car wouldn’t start. “I had a moment of annoyance that I couldn’t go to the house clubs in Detroit,” he remembers. So he reached for the acoustic guitar in the back, channelling his emotion into a song beginning “It’s murder on the dancefloor, but you’d better not kill the groove.”
“You know how Paul McCartney originally sang about scrambled eggs in Yesterday?” he chuckles. “‘Murder on the dancefloor’ wasn’t anything deep from my subconscious. It was just a dummy lyric that was kind of sung for fun, but then I couldn’t better it.”
