de-lux

What’s ultimately impressive about this full-length debut from L.A. synth-poppers De Lux is that they manage to throw so many different ideas at the wall and still come away with something that sounds largely monotonous. It is, at best, a competent modern update on eighties disco-pop, but that’s a market that’s been pretty heavily oversaturated these past few years, and frankly, it’s been done much better elsewhere (Blood Orange’s ‘Cupid Deluxe’ springs to mind).

There are still highlights here that evidence the hype that’s followed the duo from the off – the taut, catchy ‘No One Really Cares Who You Are’ is a standout, and ‘Simba Simba Simba’ is very Talking Heads – but ‘Generation’’s key failing is its catastrophically flat production. Music like this, by its very nature, is designed to sound lush, but just like the myriad sonic and thematic approaches taken by the pair throughout the record, nothing really seems to have space to breathe. There’s potential here, that’s for sure, but it feels a long way off being realised.

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