What could sum this up better than that set of images on the cover art?
Falling, windsurfing, fireworks, stylish dancing - all slightly uncanny.
The nee-Saint-Pepsi nu-disco wizard's made one of the most fun albums I've heard in years, with Daft Punk's disco revivalism, 80's revivalism's hazy weirdness, Max Tundra's lap-pop weirdness gone dancing, dance music gone down the Avalanche, blurred blurred, club lights smeared across drunken lolling. It's utterly sunny and totally laser-lit all at once, delightfully free, packed with bold swoops and nervous details. And god Fiona Coyne's a glorious slice of day/night basking. It makes me so happy I can't even work to it anymore 4.5/5
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