Studio Dance 3: A Trip Back to Euro House Heaven (or Was It Purgatory?)
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—1995 was a wild year. We had grunge still lingering like that weird smell in your car, boy bands were starting to sprout like mold on bread, and somewhere in Italy, Studio Dance 3 dropped into the world of electronic music like a caffeinated espresso shot at 3 a.m. Released under Universo Film with mixing wizardry from Amerigo Provenzano and Paolo Bolognesi, this album is pure Euro House gold… or maybe just shiny tin foil. Either way, it slaps.
First up, can we talk about "Welcome To The Future"? This track kicks things off with all the subtlety of someone blowing an air horn in your ear—but hey, isn’t that what dance music’s supposed to do? The beat grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you until you either start moving or pass out. I swear, every time I hear those synths, I’m transported back to some imaginary neon-lit club where everyone’s wearing shiny spandex and pretending they understand Italian techno culture. Spoiler alert: most of us didn’t. But damn if this song doesn’t make you feel cooler than you actually are.
Then there’s “Take Away The Colour ('95 Reconstruction).” Oh man, this one sticks in my brain like gum on a hot sidewalk. It’s got that classic ‘90s vibe—cheesy yet oddly endearing, like a Tamagotchi or frosted tips. The melody loops around your head like it owns the place, refusing to leave even after three days. You’ll find yourself humming it while waiting for your microwave dinner to finish, which probably says more about me than the song itself. Still, it’s catchy as heck, and sometimes that’s all you need.
Other tracks like “Boom Boom Boom” and “I Believe” keep the energy high, but honestly, they blend together like cheap paint colors after a while. That’s not necessarily a bad thing; it’s just… well, imagine being handed fifteen shades of blue and told to pick your favorite. They’re all nice, but eventually, you stop caring.
What makes Studio Dance 3 stand out—or maybe fall flat depending on how much caffeine you’ve had—is its unapologetic commitment to being absurdly fun. Sure, it lacks depth, but so does a bag of Doritos, and guess what? Sometimes you just want the cheesy goodness without overthinking it.
So here’s the kicker: listening to this album feels like stepping into a time machine that only goes forward to 1995 instead of backward. And honestly? That’s kinda beautiful. In a world full of overly serious playlists and algorithm-curated nonsense, Studio Dance 3 reminds us that music doesn’t always have to be profound—it can just be a big ol’ party in your ears. Now excuse me while I go dig out my glow sticks and pretend I’m living la dolce vita.
