We're really late off the bat with this one, so I'll keep it short and sweet.
I'm full of caffeine, sugar, and absolutely sick of dull, worthy music. Noisy indie rock. I have the attention span of a goldfish, and I need something to jump about in my face and ENTERTAIN me. Something gloriously silly, gloriously catchy, melodic and eminently danceable. This album delivers on all counts.
It's electro-pop, but not perpetrated by the tedious armies of bored, coked-up electroclash tits who plagued the genre some years previous. This comes wired directly from the brains of attention-deficit French stoners. They jump around on stage. They layer ludicrously catchy synth lines and cute, loud, impatient outbursts of silly vocal over rock-solid quirky house beats. They have Tigerbeat6 pedigree. They are, frankly, the shit, and this is their best, poppiest album to date.
"Today, I think I have enough now! So can you please! turn my brain off! So can you please! Turn my brain off!"
Yes please. Brains are not required for dancing. And I take back my comment about goldfish - I'm sure if a tank of them were played this album they'd flap around dancing for way more than seven seconds. It's that fucking catchy.
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