Your standard indie band reshuffle. Mate of band and yester-jour’s producer-du-jour Paul Epworth takes Kele Okereke's appraisal of cocaine (it makes you feel dead confident for a bit, apparently, but is ultimately quite vacuous) and turns it into exactly the sort of squelchy, just-too-slow-to-dance-to electro you hear in those Shoreditch bars where being gakked-up and vacuous is pretty much door policy.
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