But Yacht’s sophomore offering doesn’t disappear into the bland and disappointing ether.
Utopia acts as a footnote to the debut, continuing the Kierkegaardian themes: Tripped and Fell in Love is one of its standout tracks, turning an overused metaphor into a driving dance floor filler.
Conceptual to a fault and kitsch enough to play enough until you’re dizzy with glorious repetition.
JAMIE MY INTENTIONS ARE BASS – !!! (MF/MB REMIX)
OBSCURE Swedish quintet, MF/MB, save Chk Chk Chk’s Jamie My Intentions Are Bass from a life of track-skipping obscurity, by stitching in a much needed bass line, finally making it worthy of its namesake.
Less psychedelia: more beats. Simple.
CRAVE YOU – FLIGHT FACILITES ft. GISELLE (C90s REMIX)
Just when you thought that Italians did do it better, a disco remix comes along to steal a piece of Mike Simonetti’s glory.
So it is with this remix of Flight Facilities’ Crave You.
London DJ duo, The C90s, do a sensitive job of leaving the pre-existing jazz and funk core alone, instead lending it an irresistible handclap beat and an electronic undertone Moroder would be proud of.
LISZTOMANIA – EDWIN VAN CLEEF ft. JANE HANLEY
REWORKING an indie classic is always a risk, especially when it’s as universally loved as Phoenix’s Lisztomania.
But Alex Metric’s version aside, Edwin Van Cleef’s interpretation is the bravest on the blogs.
Dipping the original in a vat of summer-time, it comes out dripping with double the synths and the ethereal vocal whimsy of Jane Hanley.
It doesn’t get more anthemic.
DO IT AGAIN – HOLY GHOST
WHEN James Murphy said he was he was losing his edge to the kids from behind, he was predicting the rise of youngsters in his own backyard.
And even though die-hard fans are still mourning LCD Soundsystem’s retirement, New York duo, Holy Ghost, is making a heroic attempt to fill the void.
Undeniably the finest way to open an italo-pop album, Do It Again shudders with the same robotic accuracy that propelled an entire era of electronic music onto our turntables.
It’s an unadulterated disco rush marked by industrial licks and beats. Like much of the 80s, it lacks soul, but who’s looking for meaning on a Friday night dance floor?