It's a dream of continuity and blandness.
A curious effect of an increasing amount of otherwise entirely credible pop music being swallowed up by advertising,
or by [I]Top Gear[/I] and Goal Of
The Month is the unfortunate knock-on of making a lot of tolerable stuff sound like it
was written for an advert in
the first place. Planet Funk, a group which comprises everything from Italian DJs to Lappish vocalist
have their nationality bases covered, and have their musical bases covered, too. Guitar which sounds a bit like ‘She Sells Sanctuary’. Driving light house beat. Ethereal wailing, as you
might expect from Emiliana
Torrini while lost during an orienteering competition. Is it
indie dance? Is it Air-lite?
No, actually. It’s a dream of continuity and blandness. It’s
an implausibly naughty ice cream in a desert. It’s Enya on a snowboard, and really, that’s
your dinner party.