With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
It's A Long Way To Come Just To Turn Around And Go Back Again
...Inventing a genre as a dirty protest against the tide of civilisation that once swept dance was one thing, but it was impossible to strip it of all groove and melody forever....
Where else in today's pop world, for instance, will you find someone willing to set Prince's 'Sexy MF' to terrifying sub-bass, insert dodgy lyrical interjections like "22 incisions in a crate of lard" and still make it catchier than Billie. Someone happy to produce the eminently danceable electro rampage of 'Rock Fakie' one minute and the frisky Aphex-meets-Stereolab saunter of the title track the next.
Admittedly, 'Schis-A-Ning' and 'Griitch' sound like R2-D2 falling down a mine shaft, but they're far outweighed by the drill communication elsewhere. Looks like drill'n'bass just grew up. Or should that be turned the corner?
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