If you thought a high radiation count could stop a Saturday night shindig, you haven’t spent enough time in the KNF7 territory. The Atomic Sisters are back with a track that’s half jump-swing and half ecological hazard. Grab your partner—and maybe a fresh filter—because the “Spores on the Dance Floor” are officially puffing to the beat.

A Waltz with the Wildly Wrong

In a world where the air isn’t exactly “technically clean,” the Sisters show us how to make the best of a hazy situation. Forget the stuffy ballrooms of the old world; we’re polishing our boots with “spray-the-splat” and dancing with dates who glow in shades of chartreuse and green.

Sure, your partner might have gills and a sway that’s “medically wrong,” but when the boogie is this strong, who’s checking the pulse? The Sisters celebrate the strange beauty of the fallout, where the DJ might be a roach and the disco balls are literally glowing spore clusters.

Sneeze with Flare

The track is a high-energy reminder that in the wasteland, if you “cough up glitter,” you aren’t sick—you’re the star of the show. It’s a cheeky nod to the mutations we all live with, turning a medical fright into a midnight delight. Just remember to watch out for the flying puffballs and duck that cloud when the portobellos start asking for a tango.

So pass the mask, hold your sweetheart tight (fungal hat and all), and let’s dance until the “medical light” comes on!

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SPORES ON THE DANCE FLOOR

by: Atomic Sisters

We cleared the bunker floor we rolled the mat
Polished our boots and sprayed the splat
Turned the dials on the rad safe tunes
Now the mold’s got rhythm and it croons in spoons

There’s spores on the dance floor puffing to the beat
Shimmy with a shroom and shuffle your feet
My date’s got gills and a fungal hat
But he spins me right and I’m fine with that

They say the air’s not technically clean
But I love the way he glows chartreuse and green
He’s got a sway that’s medically wrong
But he leads with his elbow and the boogie is strong

There’s spores on the dance floor bouncing off the walls
The DJ’s a roach and the lights are spore balls
If you cough up glitter or sneeze with flare
You’re the star of the room with the mushroom hair

Watch that puff duck that cloud
He’s spinning wild and aloud
Someone dropped a portobello
Oh no he’s asking me to tango

There’s spores on the dance floor love in the air
Mutants are waltzing and no one cares
So pass the mask and hold me tight
Let’s dance till dawn or medical light