
For the collective, producing such slices of disco hall, glitter ball pop comes with a childlike exuberance of jingles, jangles, chimes and charm. However, the innocence of its pop shimmer is given a shakedown of maturity with its biting lyrical content (“Broken-down like a war economy/Father Führer don’t be mad at me”) at a breakneck pace of vocal ping-pong and rousing harmonies. Result: a sugar coated pill that you want to take time and time again.
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