Friends, I do not exaggerate when I tell you that in every moment on Massive Luxury Overdose lies an opportunity to enter the sticky expanses of somebody else’s Big Idea, and to therein find oneself by turns delighted, confused, disoriented, amused, and compelled by force to dance. Twelve songs launch a relentless campaign against any ideology that does not embrace Army of Lovers’ own indeterminate blend of mysticism, homoeroticism, gauche materialism, and nostalgia not just for the dance music of the early-to-mid-eighties (whence comes Army of Lovers’ quite delightful sound) but for the India of the Raj, and for medieval Spain, and for Alexandria in all its glory. Does it not go without saying that Army of Lovers are also quite popular in Russia? But of course.