electronic / synthpop
To quote the legendary John Cleese in Monty Python's Flying Circus: "And Now For Something Completely Different". We leave the world of guitars and drums behind us and make place for synths and drum computers. Even more so, we leave this weird year 2018 behind and jump right back to the eighties.
Night Club is a duo from Los Angeles, California that seems to focus on good old fashioned synth pop. That sound got them a spot on the 'Everybody Still Hates You" tour with Combichrist and Wednesday 13. A bit odd if you ask me but why not.
The album opens with an intro, 'Beware!' which makes place for the infectious title track. This stuff aims directly for the darker dancefloors with a sweet, elaborate and highly danceable sound. There is something Pet Shop Boys meets Ladytron here. 'Schizophrenic' is even more catchy. Goldfrapp comes to mind, but also bands like Depeche Mode and Lords Of Acid, be it a bit more gallant and less decadent. None of this is very unique or innovative, but that doesn't matter. This whole album is fun, massively enjoyable if you like some good old fashioned synthpop.
'Blood On Your Blade' feels like Nitzer Ebb trying to write an early eighties hip hop tune but replacing the raps with dazzling female vocals. It's followed by one of my favorites here, the bass-heavy 'Candy Coated Suicide'. This will get many black-skirted asses shake, no doubt about that, and so will most of the other tunes on this album. The opening line of 'Therapy (Get High) says "I don't have many friends", but rest assured, Mark & Emily, you're definitely winning a bunch of fans with this music. Some of them might look a bit strange but they're nice people.
This might be one of the most radio friendly synth pop acts in recent history. There is nothing gritty, occult or dark about Night Club. With their sound firmly rooted in the electronic eighties, Night Club revives a style in a highly convincing way. This is actually suited for large audiences, for pop festivals and for goth clubs alike. This stuff put a smile on my face and I'm sure it is potent enough to do that with audiences everywhere. So yeah, I will recommend this album to all you eighties-freaks out there. You know who you are...
Serge
Night Club is a duo from Los Angeles, California that seems to focus on good old fashioned synth pop. That sound got them a spot on the 'Everybody Still Hates You" tour with Combichrist and Wednesday 13. A bit odd if you ask me but why not.
The album opens with an intro, 'Beware!' which makes place for the infectious title track. This stuff aims directly for the darker dancefloors with a sweet, elaborate and highly danceable sound. There is something Pet Shop Boys meets Ladytron here. 'Schizophrenic' is even more catchy. Goldfrapp comes to mind, but also bands like Depeche Mode and Lords Of Acid, be it a bit more gallant and less decadent. None of this is very unique or innovative, but that doesn't matter. This whole album is fun, massively enjoyable if you like some good old fashioned synthpop.
'Blood On Your Blade' feels like Nitzer Ebb trying to write an early eighties hip hop tune but replacing the raps with dazzling female vocals. It's followed by one of my favorites here, the bass-heavy 'Candy Coated Suicide'. This will get many black-skirted asses shake, no doubt about that, and so will most of the other tunes on this album. The opening line of 'Therapy (Get High) says "I don't have many friends", but rest assured, Mark & Emily, you're definitely winning a bunch of fans with this music. Some of them might look a bit strange but they're nice people.
This might be one of the most radio friendly synth pop acts in recent history. There is nothing gritty, occult or dark about Night Club. With their sound firmly rooted in the electronic eighties, Night Club revives a style in a highly convincing way. This is actually suited for large audiences, for pop festivals and for goth clubs alike. This stuff put a smile on my face and I'm sure it is potent enough to do that with audiences everywhere. So yeah, I will recommend this album to all you eighties-freaks out there. You know who you are...
Serge
