Christ, how I abhor repetitive, glitzy funked-up electro dance grooves that only have snippets of vocals put through a whole raft of effects with the same line repeated over and over and over... it just makes me think of crap clubbing, wall-to-wall tossers, the meat-market scene, crap lager and alcopops and spew. More than I abhor repetitive, glitzy funked-up electro dance grooves that only have snippets of vocals put through a whole raft of effects with the same line repeated over and over and over, I can't abide the kind of bozos who listen to that kind of stuff through choice.
Consequently - and I make no apologies on this occasion for allowing my prejudices to affect my normally objective, unbiased opinions - I really can't find any redeeming features in the eight bumping tracks on this mini album. Ok, so that's not entirely true: it starts off promisingly enough, with some nicely echo-filled guitar that might best be described as post-rock with bounce, but then immediately descends into world music disco that nonchalantly nods 'head in sphincter' and spirals downwards into funky dance thereafter.
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Long before the emo-indie kitsch of 'Silver Screen' and an eternity before the last laid-back groove spins its last, I've puked over my on shoes and am wandering, zombie-like, in search of a kebab.
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