Apparently this soundtracks the last two years of Swedish House Mafia’s rise to popularity. To account for the offensively retrospective nature of this trawl of commonplace dance-floor garbage (we’re talking Coldplay, Candi Staton and Justice), I must assume, first, that they spent the last two years in a timewarp somewhere between 1993 and 2006. And secondly, that they spent this time in trashy commercial nightclubs, where glowsticks never die, dancefloors rotate and there’s a price reduction for hen parties. Even when it’s stutters into the moderate unknowns of Riva Starr-ish, balkan klez-tech, with ‘Valodja’, it’s still wholly unconvincing. Who remembers Modehookers, and when these three were the progressive behind progressive house? Swedish House Mafia, what happened to you? WASTE!
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Words By Joe Zadeh
