Cramming in Hot Chip beeps with Talking Head’s rhythm the concoction is a frantic, itchy marrying of sounds which wouldn’t be out of place on the Skins soundtrack, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. The frenetic repetition of “Oh/ oh/ oh” skips over the macabre disco and despite the heavy electro influence it is more new wave than new rave, which in the post-mortem of the Klaxons aftermath is defiantly in their favour. These are The Rapture of the new generation; as filthy as The Faint with a pinch of futuristic-pop to match the heavy laying of programming and drums.
It’s the most chilled disco-funk ever- it’s almost electro-by-numbers except for the fact it manifests itself into the catchiest, most danceable song ever transcending any influence gained from the likes of ADULT and Fischerspooner and creating a whole new, addictive sound!
Jade XX
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