Roll up, roll up for Felix Buxton and Simon Ratcliffe’s discombobulating, goshbustified sockdolager of a fourth album, the most cockamamie carnival to ever hit these here parts all the way from Brixton, England.
Hear the perfect pop doodle of ‘Take Me Back To Your Home’, guaranteed to harmonise your innards without defalcation. Why, if it don’t have you absquatulating toward a dance floor, then you don’t know what’s what.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, you can just tell one of these popinjays is a vicar’s son, because this record sounds like the Lord’s work. Hell, there’s even a kazoo Barmitzvah (‘Hey You’) for the non-Christians among you.
We’ve got clicks and buzzes, a South London Mexican standoff (‘Skillalude’), and more ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ than you’ll find this side of Kool And The Gang. We got Wagnerian opera (‘Intro’) – and folks – if you don’t swing German, then no mind, it’s gone in 37 seconds and we’re on to the next cacophony.
Any of you nice people like Rick James? Well, you’ll be tickled all the colours of the rainbow by ‘Smoke Bubbles’ because gosh darn it, if it don’t sound like smouldering '70s soul for them critters what’s in a Space Invaders game. And if anyone at anytime can find another record with Serge, the 50-year-old Russian accordion player, Swedish chaunteuse Robyn and east London grime gyal Lady Marga all together in the same studio, well you can just claim your money straight back.
Worth a dollar a drop and that’s no lie.