Now more of a collective, the London synth-jabbers’ second album provides the ticket to a slinky – if slightly bonkers – underground party. Frances Noon’s coquettish yelp, minimalist breakbeat and cool-dude rap all shape a sound that both bubbles and seduces. But just when My Toys Like Could be dismissed and good-time flutterbys, the penultimate track ‘Come On Sunshine’ unfolds – a giant, maudlin pop masterpiece that hint at all sorts of magic. These kids are toying with us.
7/10
Words by John Freeman
