Unless our motto is that we just like disco…

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Iain Mew: Susanne Sundfør has a fantastic time swooping about playing secret agent, replica, anything with unstoppable confidence and a dark side. Kleerup just has to set up the buildings for her to jump over, and provides all the glowing ’80s-future architecture she could wish for.
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Alfred Soto: Bass burbles, synth lines the size of bridges, funk licks, and Sundfør shouting through the clamor. It isn’t funky — it instead signals that it’s aware of funk’s existence — but there isn’t a moment when it catches a breath.
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Megan Harrington: Kleerup’s production is so shiny you can see the holographic rainbow in his glass — such slick surfaces seem perfect matches for similarly ice bombed vocals but Sundfør’s voice is a scratchy howl. The two might sound ill paired in my game of Mad Libs, but with every chanted “let me in” the glass door grows thicker and Sundfør more insistent. They’re two parallel lines, necessary for defining infinity but incapable of resolving love’s struggle.
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Brad Shoup: Ask Jennifer Vineyard: Sundfør is the real deal, and while she does her best to answer Kleerup’s question (how would disco have survived in America), I have to admit I prefer her electronic excursions, and even her basslines. But she’s having fun, and her fixation on the voice really sells the rapture.
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Micha Cavaseno: This is the best SSQ song ever. The bad guy in the movie this is soundtracking is totally accidentally swerving off the cliff and blowing up, I guarantee you.
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Katherine St Asaph: A disco-jumpsuited incarnation of Tieranniesaur’s “Here Be Monsters” with reverb and riffs and playful vocals. I need a patent leather coat, a pair of laser shades and a place to strut to this.
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Edward Okulicz: I can hear this as the mid-80s single that would have shot Bonnie Tyler, Agnetha Fältskog, Pat Benatar, or Kim Wilde from hitmaker into legend.  Sure, it could do with an explosive final chorus to make good on the promise of that prowling bassline and Sundfør’s lump-in-throat, angry yearning, but it’s still really, really impressive. It’s in the shadows, but it’s also riding a flaming motorbike through the desert at the same time. What a time for Kleerup to come up with a second trick!
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