Pop culture is blitzed again by another British import
The formula is right on the album. It is all out front, easy enough to hear: grandiloquent dance songs with pastiche lyrics, bass lines tough as marching orders and electronic production so enveloping that listening to the music becomes an almost suffocating physical experience, like being buried up to the ears in singing sand. But for those with a more fanciful turn of mind, the folks bringing us Frankie Goes to Hollywood, the newest in an apparently seasonal series of pop apocalypses imported from England,...
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