Omega and the Aspirin is a mystery. Where do they come from? When will they appear on a local or national stage? Who is the man on the train? We can only watch and wait, assuming that the answers will be given in whole or in part. A CD arrives. “Omega and the Aspirin” and a rather impressive logo are all that is allowed or given. Nine tracks of HI-NRG dance music is what is encoded. It seems the spirit of the club massive is alive and well. Omega and the Aspirin would be comfortable on tour with Orbital, U2, Daft Punk or any number of other mega-artists, but they choose instead to reside in Baltimore, MD. Where they come at you full blast to shake your dance floor until the sun rises in the east. This is arena music, meant to be pumping out of million dollar sound systems to thousands of frenzied concert-goers, eager to spend their weekend lost in the headiest of sonic debauch. We cannot question the motivations of these party-goers. There they are now, and Omega and the Aspirin will entertain them. The elasticity of the music is impressive. You could hear Omega and the Aspirin pumping out of the sound systems of the Hacienda in its 1980s Manchester heyday just as easily as you could hear it moving the present-day crowds of the Ibiza dance music holidays. Who are the humans behind these machines, beats bouncing and skittering any which way but loose? Cam, Cookie, and Boz are the responsible parties, cloaked in mystery. The nine tracks, recorded at Studio De Rosetta and mixed at Invisible Sound Studios with engineer Dutch Nachodsky, reflect a wide variety of influences and directions while still managing to cohere into a unified album, peaks of dance-frenzy sequence down into the valleys of more contemplative moments. Let’s take a guided tour of the nine tracks. We begin, Sweet as Sugar, initiated into the dance, machines hammering out the beat. Cam’s voice sounds out, warmly, sleepily asking for an answer. His voice will be present through the album, offering guidance, asking questions. Onto the holy city of Jaffa we go, swept along by the pulsing beat, Kraftwerk in conversation with Daft Punk in the desert oasis. But let us not Co-Define things just yet, as we are taken down by luscious soundscapes into a wholly other environment. The beat returns, and we are swept up once again. Swimming along with Ponyo we move on to the next world, undersea now, strange shapes swimming by in the underwater depths. Just when we think we are safe, we are implored by a stentorian voice that We Must Arm, taken back to the heyday of the off-the-wall house music vocal sample. Let us not lose our Critical Mind however, as the thumping bass and marching drum kick in. We are wearing a red leather jacket for some reason, breakdancing in some long-shuttered Baltimore haunt. Let’s take it back up now, a little more anthemic, a little more Erasure. It’s okay, as it is hard to have an Envy Free Reaction when confronted with such music. Things get a little bit confusing, the Buttons becoming harder to button as we skitter close to the edge in the throes of a 12”-single-extended-mix-style workout. We know we have reached the end and must proceed Carefully Silently as the tones ebb and flow, simple structures added and subtracted as the waves catch us and we are swept off the shore into the pulsing heart of one more go-round on the dance floor. To join the movement, contact Omega and the Aspirin via e-mail at coffee@letmerollit.com or visit them on the web at http://www.letmerollit.com . Omega and the Aspirin can be easily found via social networking sites such as MySpace.