An eccentric little project, with a collection of remixers taking it upon themselves to locate a disco gene within the legendary but hitherto deeply unfunky don of archly ragged indie. Clearly a job for Hot Chip, who equip the track with a baleful pulse and a hall-of-mirrors shimmer. But it’s Polmo Polpo who take the honours with an agreeably peculiar effort which suggests Studio 54 one minute and Sandhurst Military Academy parade ground the next.
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