Spain’s Peter Paul lets fly with a heavy hitter whose chattering riffs recall 80s electro, even Harold Faltermeyer as the big Fairlight stabs crash in. Add spacey bloke, acid house riff and farting chicken and you have a pleasurable little outing which then gets taken to a lower-slung cruise-mode by Finger Lickin’ crew Slyde.
4 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Kris Needs
