Stone Throw’s fondness for the left of centre offers a synthesizer wet dream from LA.
With a dazed, faltering falsetto matched by standard talkbox manipulation, glitterbug Dâm-Funk and his world of computer love has an abundance of soft spots out of neo/robo-soul. Showing his seductions are in for the long haul with two discs, the suspicion of one track-minded sleaze is replaced by tantric, digitally spiritual enlightenment.
Though tracks become one long geometric blur of future R&B and wink to ’80s fashionistas, DF creates a chill-out fantazia from his space base, full of p-funk starbursts and mixtures of lounging persuasion and upbeat playfulness that plane down the straight lines.
7/10
Words by Matt Oliver
