New Young Pony Club

The Bomb

There’s a whiff of posey insincerity about NYPC: Tahita’s Hoxton half-haircut, the bored sex-chat vocals, the fact that they are essentially the Steps of new rave… but forget all that, for NYPC have burst out of their snooty monotune to make the best indie-disco arse-wiggler since CSS’ ‘Let’s Make Love…’. Glitterballs shimmer and the shag of your dreams appears in front of your eyes.