The thing about a scene is that it requires a moment, and a prerequisite for that moment is a group of people jacked together to unveil the existence of some phenomenon that always seems obvious in hindsight.  Disco’s moment has reanimated accordingly, although it begs a few questions.  Like, how exactly did a soulful, woulda-been Warhol-scenester reincarnate to lay vocals for the next big dance outfit, at the critical hour when house was looking to fill its remaining vacancies before proceeding to its next phase of evolution?  And how is there a disco-revival amongst a generation that was too young to experience it firsthand, and perhaps more shockingly, grew up in a time when disco was manifestly un-cool?  The fact that disco could uncover itself with such aplomb in 2008 is evidence of a paradigm-ic shift in the way music ...