This album could be partially described as a form of “arcade disco”, and Calvin Harris has his Atari beats down. This smarmy beast eats bleeps and shits funk. And it’s neat. Really, the only irritating aspects that I found on the disc were in the Dick van Dyke chimney-sweep vocals, the tea wiv tha guvnah Cockney that makes acts like The Streets so damned quaint and cute. Still, there’s a difference here, being that Harris doesn’t seem to be selling the accent as caricature and gimmick – at least not exclusively.
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