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More shiny-surfaced shrink-wrapped synth-pop, now with extra irony, from Dumfries’ doyen of capitalist disco. Having celebrated Las Vegas and the decade that was the ’80s, now he’s bragging about how he gets “all the girls”. Like Mylo but not dull, the most brainless but booty-friendly handbag house riff meets the most gleefully idiotic lyrics. Live Earth this ain’t: leave your bleeding hearts at the corner of the dancefloor, if you please.
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