This is pop music with the cool precision of pure mathematics and the germ-free sheen of a science lab; the bloodless dynamics of the Yellow Magic Orchestra applied to the visceral nihilism of The Sto
The sound of a new, austere future. Stern, unforgiving, relentlessly organised; not pop wi’ nowt taken out, but pop with almost nothing in it in the first place.
[a]Miss Mend[/a] are a multinational conglomerate of pop visionaries, meeting in the Olympian spirit of international brotherhood to create a debut single of murderous musical clarity which, to the best of [I]NME[/I]’s scatty knowledge of architecture and cartography, appears to be a hymn to road maps.
The key, as with most great music, is repetition. They set up their insistent electronic rhythm within a few seconds and keep a merciless grip on it throughout while their Swedish chanteuse, Lisa Rosendahl, holds forth on the benefits of good town planning like a ‘not rubbish’ version of Laetitia Sadier from Stereolab. Thing is, you’re so drawn to surrender to Miss Mend’s awesome, Utopian vision of an integrated pop, where all genres of music bow to the irresistible will of that medium-paced beat, that you barely notice that after the first few seconds ‘Living City Plan’ has barely deviated an inch from its first avowed intent.
This is pop music with the cool precision of pure mathematics and the germ-free sheen of a science lab; the bloodless dynamics of the Yellow Magic Orchestra applied to the visceral nihilism of The Stooges.