Things start off so promising on that opening title track, that ultimate of stage-setting archetypes, defying expectations of dance music. The beat doesn't even start to flirt with creeping in until 2:00, sticking out a tentative handclap or two, before finally settling into a slowmo swaying unts...clap...unts...clap, while synths swirl full portamento over peppermint skies.
But afterwards things settle into pretty straightforward beats with pretty uninspiring synth wiggles over top, sounding like the same old M83-toos and backseat Drive soundtrackers and Daft Punk re-ripoffers, bottoming out in that miserable little pitchshifter A Fax From the Beach. It's fine, its just all a bit thrice-baked by now 2.5/5
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