By 1997, the club had become the pinnacle of a typical night out. Gone were the days when all-night raves and the relentless pound of techno was the scary province of the speed-pumped weirdo. Now, the ordinary 18-25s of Generation X had adopted house, electronica and yes, even a bit of techno, as the new grown-up alternative to the increasingly child-angled pop charts.
Always keeping a finger to the air, Madonna - by now adept at pilfering from all corners of the music map - was taking note of electronic dance music's newfound respect.
