Polysics are not people. There are people masquerading as Polysic components. Do not be confused; they exist only to throw you off the scent. ‘I My Me Mine’ was brought to you today, by the number four, the letter ‘Z’ and the colour ultraviolet. It is, therefore, a mechanical creation.

The number four contributes beats to the bar, all the robotic regularity of the Honda ASIMO humanoid dancing. The letter ‘Z’ brings inane characteristics: zany, zappy, zozzful. Powered by zinc-chloride batteries for longer lasting energy, wired up back to front and inside out. PVA sticky recorder solos fight for space against gibberish chatter and itchy-scratchy, brittle guitar noise. Ultraviolet is dangerous in prolonged exposure, a prime cause of wrinkles and early aging. Too much Polysics will result in robo-twitching, engrish-stuttering mess; inability to form complete sentences and repetition of nonsensical phrases.

This is certainly silly, definitely fun and unavoidably dance-o-matic. Do beware though - consume in moderation to avoid side effects.