Simian Moblie Disco
Attack Decay Sustain Release

Wichita 2007

By Sticky Rice

Electronic dance music in the former-rocker vein: I’m starting to boo you off stage like they do on Live at the Apollo. I don’t know which is laziest, between us. You’re a better bred version of rap-rock.

Simian Mobile Disco’s is one of those records you’ll find in a vinyl store on Miami’s South Beach in a year. As some muscle guy is outside walking a toy, some guy will see it, think it’s a total find, go home and blow it on Miami Nights. It’s as blasé as you can get. That’s different from horrible, which this is not, mainly due to sparse Technotronic-like pianos.

“Let’s get the rhythm of the hotdog” is silly, but the rest of this album wants you to dance so seriously that it perspires a glowing persuasion. It’s militantly flamboyant and the product of a rock band that was on Astralwerks and then quickly got makeovers as cheerleaders of Justice.

If you like this, you like people yelling at you to have fun and telling you that you “get it.” This album is like not only knowing that all-over hoodies are over, but declaring it to the planet. Obnoxious compositions for a land of looks-could-kill flyers, where some of your friends are barred, and there’s a late night chance of raining drink tickets.

This discourse of Simian Mobile Disco's Attack Decay Sustain Release is written by Sticky Rice for ignore Magazine, copyright 2007.