Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
They dream of hacking into the Pentagon and triggering nuclear armageddon....
Notoriously besotted with the 'world's ugliest aesthetics', Washington's Trans Am used to practise reconstructive post-rock surgery on Boston and Yes, occasionally flirting with butch metal thrills. On 'Futureworld', though, they've ditched the rock and developed their latent fascination with car-sized synths, returning to the early-'80s computer age. That means lots of vocoders, lots of chrome-plated isolation, and a nagging feeling you should join CND, their point being - like every other band with a hardware fetish and an arched eyebrow - that the future of the past is not the future of the present.
Unfortunately, compared with Morlock militants Add N To (X), or the sex-fuelled mutations of Six Finger Satellite, 'Futureworld' is youth club prog. The moments of apocalyptic splendour - 'Futureworld II' sounds like Techno Animal regurgitating elastic bands, 'Television Eyes' is uranium-powered New Order - can't compensate for a track called 'Cocaine Computer' or the overwhelming aura of pasted-down fringes and schoolboy bedrooms.
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