The closing track of In Outer Space, “Dance, Goddammit” does exactly what Sparks love to do: promise one thing and deliver another. With a title that sounds like a command to the dancefloor, the song instead settles into a slow, hypnotic groove — more zombie shuffle than disco release. It’s deliberate, ironic, and quietly funny.

We talk about how this works (and sometimes doesn’t) as an album closer. Rather than ending on a big peak, Sparks let the record drift out, lights switching off one by one. Russell sings mostly in a lower register, the lyrics are clipped into short, mantra-like lines, and the track feels more like a mood than a finale. As Ron once put it, Sparks take pleasure in writing songs about dancing that are completely unsuitable for dancing — and this may be the purest example.

The result is slightly underwhelming if you expect fireworks, but oddly fitting in retrospect. It’s a deep cut, rarely played live, later remixed for club use in a way that almost defeats the point. As an ending, it reinforces In Outer Space as an album that resists easy payoffs: interesting, uneven, and very much its own thing.