With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
It's a joke so widespread it's practically clichi, but specialist dance stores are intimidating places to shop. Imagine then the extra discomfort at New York's [B]Temple Records[/B] when even the most
Gathering nine of those aliases over 15 tracks, Khan (real name: Can Oral) obviously has the attention span of a forgetful goldfish. Imperious ambient, hands-up house, even lo-fi punk thrashes are all in a range that throws up lavish treats like the bubbling future ambient of Cube 40's '10, 9, 8, 7 Launched', or the lairy techno meets hip-hop - without being big beat - of his Global Electronic Network project.
It's wildly eclectic then, but that's not the problem. Instead it's the album's prevailing atmosphere that never lets things reach the joyous populism of fellow genre-mashers Basement Jaxx or The Chemical Brothers. Because Khan might be Turkish - neatly underlining dance's global dominance - but this is a very New York album. Fine when 4E's superfly 'Stay Fresh' revels in Beasties-style old-skool playfulness, but not so good when its frosty snobbishness implies this was designed less for dancing than self-conscious peacock preening.
So for all its excellent moments, 'Passport' never really ascends beyond the dance compilation primer. Still, at least there's no trance.
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