Chicago may be the crucible of house, but its latest craze – known as footwork – defies most definitions of dance music. You shouldn't be able to dance to these tinny, skeletal, sped-up, repetitive, arrhythmic tracks, but fleet-footed Chicagoans do, battling it out like breakdancers to tracks where lines such as "Yo shit's fucked up" are repeated ad nauseam. Bass is optional in footwork, but there's sometimes a haunting grace lurking within the aggressive anomie, a tactic with parallels in dubstep or the brutalist experiments of the Aphex Twin. Look no further for an antidote to the season.