The Weekend Australian - Review - - Music - Sean Rabin

FRENCH duo Jus­tice have hit pay­dirt with this, their de­but album. As the flabby bass, 1980s tack­i­ness and ga­lac­tic funk of their sta­dium- sized elec­tron­ica causes a sen­sa­tion of heated opin­ion on­line ( you missed it?), twen­tysome­things Xavier de Ros­nay and Gas­pard Auge get on with throw­ing out the rules of dance mu­sic and hav­ing a ball by play­ing ex­actly what they like. Bru­tally dis­torted sam­ples, tacky synths and early Euro­pean disco give an in­cur­able house- party feel to this gutsy sound, which fluc­tu­ates rhyth­mi­cally be­tween want­ing to be loved and re­fus­ing to make things easy. All right, D. A. N. C. E. is a clas­sic club hit on any­body’s stereo, but New Jack and Stress aren’t go­ing to make the dance floor burn. Al­though Jus­tice seem de­ter­mined to over­run our ears with obese drum­beats and high­school gui­tar riffs, th­ese bower­birds of style have not ig­nored the lessons of struc­tural com­plex­ity forged by min­i­mal techno. With a healthy dose of hype and re­li­gious im­agery in tow, Jus­tice seem set to be­come the opium of the masses. † Jus­tice Ed Banger/ Warner

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