The Faint - 'Danse Macabre'
(City Slang/ Saddle Creek)







The forever delayed release of the Faint’s first UK long player is reason to celebrate. The Eighties are back!! Yes folks, the best decade for music ever (You may yell ‘NOOOOO!!!’ in unison, but I’m firmly standing by my conviction). We’ve got Echo & The Bunnymen and The Smiths in the shape of British Sea Power, posthumous Joy Division in Interpol, Hair Metal in the Darkness, and now, after several years of perfecting their snake hipped sound,with their first two long players ‘Media’ and ‘Blank Wave Arcade’ Stateside, The Faint have at last bought us this shiny shiny disc of new wave electro wonder to gasp in awe at. All you boring fucks who sneer at Duran Duran for being ridiculous self indulgent pop tarts can take the next bus to Tom McRae town and fucking stay there. Duran Duran (until certain members left) were, of course, completely cool and had great hair and even better stuff to dance to. And the bass throb to ‘Your Retro Career Melted’ makes you wanna yell, “All She Wants Is!” (note – not the best thing Duran Duran ever released but still, that's what it sounds like).

‘Danse Macabre’ struts down the catwalk, funks right in your face, smiles for the cameras and heads straight out to the after show party to consume huge amounts of cocaine and baby sham, have a fuck in the toilets and vomit over a hotel balcony. All sound-tracked by the most wicked electro squidge noises this side of Germany. On the red and black industrial-like sleeve there’s an anti-capitalist statement, which stands right next to Radio 4’s politically minded ‘Gotham!’. So that makes it clever
and the most effortlessly coolest record this year. And if you can, get the limited edition two CD copy (it’s got a sticker on the front saying Limited Edition! So it’s not hard to find), the second CD being three unreleased remixes by Joy Electric, Outhud and Adult. These contain even more beeps bleeps and squelches and, by symbiosis, will make you six billion times cooler than them still listening to the Hives. Things have just shifted forward a decade, and are a lot more sharply dressed. Stunning, darling.

Rachel.
(p.s. sorry about the amount of times I mention Duran Duran, they actually don’t sound much like them)