Rapture : Sister Saviour

Least-cool cool band in coolsville outshine their electro-funk peers

You know how it is. The endless champagne cocktails ‘round [a]Har Mar Superstar[/a]’s place, the late-night texts from woozy supermodels pleading for you to come over, the postal strike-inducing flood of invites to play the latest uber-hip New York ‘wasteland’ parties. It’s enough to make you want to jack it all in for life as a [a]Cooper Temple Clause[/a] roadie. Yet [a]Rapture[/a] – for all their excruciatingly now-ish connections-remain desolate. Their much-ignored origins provide the clues. Having narrowly avoided both being christened Frodo and growing up on a commune in New Zealand (fact) Luke Jenner has renounced religion and instead put the cult of the dancefloor at the heart of his darkness. Every time [a]Cooper Temple Clause[/a] truly hit the spot with the epic ‘House Of Jealous Lovers’, or on this almighty slab of sleazed-up electro-funk, the loneliness seeps through and you realise that for Luke, exorcism comes only with bpm assisted nightfall. “If I drink myself to death/At least I’ll know I had a good time” he wails in that broken falsetto from deep within ‘Sister Saviour’ and you know this is the sound [a]Duran Duran[/a] would have made had they tapped into a ley-line running under Studio 54 rather than Birmingham city centre. With electroclash buried in an unmarked grave and their agit-disco contemporaries looking paler by the second, [a]Cooper Temple Clause[/a]’s safe passage through

V.I.P clubland remains fraught, but when Luke wails “One last late night” during ‘Sister Saviour’ he crowns their second genuine pop classic, and a single to rank with the greats of the year (oh, you know: [a]Beyonce[/a], [a]Cardigans[/a], [a]The Darkness[/a], [a]Jane’s Addiction[/a], [a]Outkast[/a] (Stop pretending to like [a]Beyonce[/a] and [a]Outkast[/a], Moody, you’re still sacked – Ed). I now declare the party season officially open…

Paul Moody