Neon Neon


Their second Best Vinyl accolade due to a ludicrously suggestive gearstick-based picture disc, but sadly not a song of love for Del Boy’s squeeze. Instead, it’s an agreeable confection of electro that takes an ice age to get going before turning into Erasure with a fatter undercarriage. It’s hard not to feel your hips twitching involuntarily to the synth-drums and cowbells – now we know what Mantronix would’ve sounded like if they were from Gwent.