Self-released on 9 December 2016
Not the typical way to spend such gruesome, gruelling winter days where nice way is a non-existent image on the cover of postcards, but Thanks has provided somewhat of an electro-pop-rock antidote to smother those dark days and quash those bad thoughts assimilating sunshine with every twist and turn of mechanical magic.
Your Man is a delicious, fat, juicy, acidic piece of action that struts and swaggers on a multi-coloured platform, dance moves primitive, socks off and cocktails frothing as the bass blasts one’s brain to tiny pieces of camp confetti. One can’t help but throw a fit-and-giggle boogie to nobody but the lonely light. With winter here, music makes good medicine taste just as sweet compared to what your pharmacist prescribed your moody, mundane blues.
It’s not house, it’s not electro, it’s pop in its most shiny, shimmering, earth-shaking way, built to win over the universe at festivals, arranged to exhale entire waves onto beaches of peach, prosecco and pomade. Occasionally it falls into repetitive territory, but it’s soon saved by the reminder that pop music need not be the most philosophical subject matter on the face of the earth; it can be art, without being arty. The classic disposability of pop with such a seismic impulse is something that is there to entertain. It stands centre stage, semi-naked, robot rocked and ultra-elastic, trained to enliven and to energise.
This is a single for fans of modern Pet Shop Boys, technique era New Order or early ’90s electronic alt-dance dynamic that struts and swaggers waging war against gravity with a thick bass line and bouncing house piano thuds.
Label: Self release
Oh damn it's really fresh dope here, Put a smile on my face - j'adore these funcky pop vibes!