[B]'Quiet Storm'[/B], sees them switch into glittered-up [a]Garbage[/a] mood, [B]Xan[/B] dance-rocking out with a belly button-exposing elegance never quite managed by [B]Bernard Sumner[/B]...

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Friday night’s beer-drinkin’ disco soundtrack goes Cast, Gene, [a]Blur[/a], blah, slurp, burp and fall over. Then just when you’re convinced the emotional endgame of UK youth is music to punch your mates by, two girls and their boy drum-and-guitar slaves enter the fray.

On their first British tour Technique are confident to the point of nonchalance. With ‘Faith’ and the lovely, Manc-sequenced ‘Wash Away My Tears’ they swiftly confirm the notion that they’re Creation Records’ grrrl pop New Order revisionists, and then surpass their reputation.

There’s breadth to the style. It takes in Euro-house as much as The Beloved. ‘Sun Is Shining’ glimmers with a knowing evocation of 1989 sunrise druggery. ‘Deep And Blue’‘s homage to the ‘White Lines…’ bassline is deftly dancey. The set closer, ‘Quiet Storm’, sees them switch into glittered-up Garbage mood, Xan dance-rocking out with a belly button-exposing elegance never quite managed by Bernard Sumner.

Years of testosterone domination have driven synth’n’circuitry pop up a cul-de-sac. Technique‘s immaculately designed, feminised electronica is touched by tristesse and aware of the moment in a way that moves things on again.

Merely sex kittens? Not quite. They’re the Persian cats who’ve got this year’s electronic duo cream.