I was wondering for ages what this song was after hearing a rough mix on a obscure-ish (ie no tracklist) sampler at work, and now here it is in full fleshed out soviet disco form. SDF play the best sort of disco funk, subverting most of typical dance music's serious/forced sexualities with an oblique and fun sensibility, not to mention a hint of menace. They play this super ecstatic kind of avant pop with dance leanings in the form of skyward aimed synths and super coloured melodies. Frontman Oliver Marchant moves with the extravagant grace of a futurian Victorian waif and SDF's skewed techno-inflected pop is, in a weird way, similarly splendid.
[SDF MySpace]
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