Featuring a kind of PG-rated version of Happy Mondays’ ‘Bob’s Yer Uncle’ for a chorus and a line in bedroom-Timbaland robotics not dissimilar to Hot Chip’s earliest adventures, the second single from everyone’s favourite Brightonian krautrockers’ third album is certainly a pleasant one. Not likely to propel them into the mainstream, not likely to distract the folk who like ’em already… rolling along, making time, fair enough.
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