This week sees the return of the godfathers of the Brit remix, Simian Mobile Disco as they unleash their second LP proper, Temporary Pleasure, a record brimming with cameos from underground heroes, cold-shoulder strobing synths and their most mashed trash hit since Sleep Deprivation. Giving in to the commercialist ways of the world this ain't but just how Temporary is the Pleasure this time around? Blasting off into orbit is opener Cream Dream, with its spiralling, surreal loops bouncing frenetically off of Gruff Rhys' forever divine vocals. Lyrically, there's not a golden retriever nor snow-tipped Japanese mountain in earshot but as collaborations go, it's almost seamless. Breath is well and truly baited for a SMD-produced Super Furry Animals outing... Elsewhere, the subdued, vocoded disco destroyer in-waiting, Audacity of Huge is what Smash Hits was made for aeons back. Featuring Yeasayer's Chris Keating, whether or not it'd have made as many covers as Ronan is about as dubious as the barking effects around 2 minutes in but it's about as audacious a voyage as James Ford and Jas Shaw have dared to assume. Beth Ditto belts nostalgically and poignantly on Cruel Intentions, a retro heartbreaker in the vein of MSTRKRFT's Legend-featuring slab of electro genius. The filthy, trashy keys of Off the Map are alluringly dangerous, as if they'd whisk you away into the dingiest SoHo corner and feed you mind-wrecking nameless substances whilst Synthesise follows on with darkly nostalgic 90s humming radar blips. Pinball pangs, tribal trips and the deadpan contribution of Hot Chip's Alexis Taylor transform the whirring circus madness of Bad Blood into the most uneasy full-blooded naughties track yet to be devoured by one more NBC/ Fox/ ABC/ CBS (delete as appropriate) vampire show. Leaving it late however, the understated Brooklyn charm of Telepathe batters closer Pinball into a hallucinatory state of submission, stars winding their way round confused charicatures before the memory of the duo's darkest, dirtiest doings to date disintegrate into subconscious memory. Whilst Temporary Pleasure may not linger about for as long as The Lemonheads, it's pure pleasurable ecstasy in parts, while it lasts...
Losing That Abrasive Edge?
This week sees the return of the godfathers of the Brit remix, Simian Mobile Disco as they unleash their second LP proper, Temporary Pleasure, a record brimming with cameos from underground heroes, cold-shoulder strobing synths and their most mashed trash hit since Sleep Deprivation. Giving in to the commercialist ways of the world this ain't but just how Temporary is the Pleasure this time around? Blasting off into orbit is opener Cream Dream, with its spiralling, surreal loops bouncing frenetically off of Gruff Rhys' forever divine vocals. Lyrically, there's not a golden retriever nor snow-tipped Japanese mountain in earshot but as collaborations go, it's almost seamless. Breath is well and truly baited for a SMD-produced Super Furry Animals outing... Elsewhere, the subdued, vocoded disco destroyer in-waiting, Audacity of Huge is what Smash Hits was made for aeons back. Featuring Yeasayer's Chris Keating, whether or not it'd have made as many covers as Ronan is about as dubious as the barking effects around 2 minutes in but it's about as audacious a voyage as James Ford and Jas Shaw have dared to assume. Beth Ditto belts nostalgically and poignantly on Cruel Intentions, a retro heartbreaker in the vein of MSTRKRFT's Legend-featuring slab of electro genius. The filthy, trashy keys of Off the Map are alluringly dangerous, as if they'd whisk you away into the dingiest SoHo corner and feed you mind-wrecking nameless substances whilst Synthesise follows on with darkly nostalgic 90s humming radar blips. Pinball pangs, tribal trips and the deadpan contribution of Hot Chip's Alexis Taylor transform the whirring circus madness of Bad Blood into the most uneasy full-blooded naughties track yet to be devoured by one more NBC/ Fox/ ABC/ CBS (delete as appropriate) vampire show. Leaving it late however, the understated Brooklyn charm of Telepathe batters closer Pinball into a hallucinatory state of submission, stars winding their way round confused charicatures before the memory of the duo's darkest, dirtiest doings to date disintegrate into subconscious memory. Whilst Temporary Pleasure may not linger about for as long as The Lemonheads, it's pure pleasurable ecstasy in parts, while it lasts...
