Some days, though, that ennui is shunted away in a laser-blast, ray-gun, neon-coloured POP BLAST. I’ve been looking forward to writing about Lissi Dancefloor Disaster‘s new, brilliant EP, ever since LDD’s lovely Johan sent me a preview a month ago.
Lissi Dancefloor Disaster have been an ANBAD favourite for about a year since I saw them at In The City and I subsequently became first a fervent unpaid band promoter; then interrogator, probing them in a surprisingly revealing BBC interview.
Anyway. Pop Musiiic is pretty much the best thing I’ve heard for ages. That’s a hugely ineloquent sentence – what’s new? – but I’m too busy having fun listening to their music to care:
I was so pleased by the spasmodically darting keyboard break at 0:45 in this song that I broke one of my key rules, and left a breathless comment on the Souncloud player.
Here’s a song take plays by those well-worn rules of Perfect Pop, and then careful-carelessly pours the contents of a hundred activated glowsticks all over them; all whilst perfoming some freaky dancin’.
I’d hoped to type something insightful and, urgh, smart about Lissi Dancefloor Disaster’s music, but have ended up blurting a lot of messy superlatives and only quarter-baked analogies instead.
So here’s the TL;DR version: this is the best pop music you’ll hear this year. They deserve to be as big, as, oooh, Roxette, at least. Now that’s praise.