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By A Customer
This review is from: Temperamental (Audio CD)
I have to 'fess up from the outset to hating almost everything about clubs. Avoiding the drunks and drugheads. Dodging the yobs swinging punches at each other amid the pools of sicked-up lager. Being made to stink of other people's cigarettes. And the incredible self-absorption of the least interesting, worst-dressed people on earth.
And the pounding crassness of most of the music. I mean, this market is so staggeringly uncritical of poor quality, it made a hit out of "Boom boom boom." That's how bad you can be and still make money.
Why am I banging on about this? Because in every decade there've always been one or two brilliant, tuneful dance acts. And when dance is good, it's very, very good. There's just something about listening to timeless dance music in the dark, in the car, in the rain. In the Seventies, it was Chic. In the Eighties, it was Shalamar. Today, it's EBTG.
This stuff is brilliant. I can't think of another word. I think their secret is that the tunes come first. All of these songs actually have one; the dance gloss comes later. There are a few tracks that sound like they've been listening to themselves a bit much, it has to be said. There's another Wrong and another Single on here. But that's OK cuz I loved those too.
I'd have given this five stars except that Ben and Trace have always been a bit up themselves lyrically, and they're getting worse. Poor old Trace remains in deadly earnest, like she's still a pale and interesting English student at Hull University (an oxymoron, if ever there was one) rather than a filthy rich woman pushing forty who doesn't work for a living.
But hey, who's complaining. Anything's better than "Boom boom boom, lemme hear ya say whoa. Whoa!"