Ten years ago, you’d only get away with liking tracks like this if you daubed neon paint across your face, sucked a dummy and were generally a massive pillock. These days we can all guiltlessly rave away to Balearic synth trumpets and supersonic house beats with a smattering of New Order-style guitars and not have to don a fluffy bra and a demented expression. Which way’s the dancefloor?
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