Stuart (Jacques Lu Cont, Rhythmes Digitales) has buggered off from this 80s pastiche project to go on tour with lady Madge and left a legacy of irony fronted by a white suited and booted portrait on the cover of this debut LP.
A composition of Tory residue, it's as easy to slate as the politics of your average high street fast-food joint.
Like a perfectly dodgy burger, the meat content isn't exactly original. There's some dubious choruses and the lyrics - absolute 100 per cent trash - must have taken some focusing.
A quick guide around the song titles may give you an idea- 'It's Automatic', 'Living In A Magazine' (uh, style mags), 'The Model' etc. More salad with the synth-pop anyone?
Saying all that, this is a Baudrillard-style display of post-modernism gone 360 degrees crazy.
The remixes may be worth looking out for, but for the moment where's the beef?
