Feel The Pressure

It's been out elsewhere forever now, but Mylo's album just received a domestic release a week ago. I've contemplated doing a full review, but I found Pitchfork expressed my sentiments better:

Mylo's tracks read a bit like a cross section of the genre's history. All the happiest tricks of each era-- disco groove, synth-pop melodies, house rush, downtempo foot-tapping, French filter sweeps, cut-rate Daft Punk, choppy edits-- sharing space. And yet this is anything but one of those big, bursting pastiche albums, packed with ideas and flailing everywhere at once. No, these tracks go in straight, simple lines, and they rarely take their eyes off whichever hooks grab you fastest. Don't count on the dance cognoscenti to approve of them: If anything, this is house music as Saturday-morning cartoon-- all bold lines inked in bright, primary colors.

Essentially I'm impressed by the quality of the tracks, but a bit disappointed that this album that brings little to the table in the way of new ideas has been the buzzed about electronica album of the past couple of years. Of course maybe I shouldn't worry so much:

This is to dance what Art Brut is to rock: cheeky, charming, too straightforward to worry about style, ramming through the fundamentals as if pure enthusiasm is the most important part of making music.