I do love my Swanky Tunes. Why? Well, they simply do that Russian big room thing like no others and this release is no exception. Blazing in with the relentless, imposing ‘My Sharona’ itchy scratchy rhythmic pattern is mean deceit as it explodes into a buzzing, banging, farting, zipped and clipped, southern states sounding hoe-down that finishes so abruptly as to almost be rude. Indispensable.
4 out of 5
Paulette
