James Murphy doesn’t look like the kind of man who would love me true, but then he makes a CD like this for me just in time for Valentine’s, and I know he’s the one for me.
But seriously, who does he think he is? Taking perfectly splintered genres of music that CLEARLY are not supposed to meet—even for a brawl on the Brighton waterfront—and fusing them together so seamlessly that Madonna and Brittany are asking him to do (remixes for) them…to which he says no.
Murphy’s done what music and true fans thereof have waited for decades to have happen. He has taken punk rawness and rock simplicity, and made it dance like a psychotic marionette. He has made music that transcends former standards by which music itself is measured, and has made the children hunger with mouths agape for the next installation of his art… A feat not easily stained in the cynical Bladerunner world of the neo-hipster ‘oughts.
Packaged with a second disc that includes every single and b-side released previous to the LP, this is a disc that your grandchildren will want to borrow from you; and you will not trust them with it.
