DAT Politics: Wow Twist

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.