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The future is here and soon it will be gone.

As mentioned in RAVE last week, London’s MDMA-guzzling space cadets, Klaxons, are the poster band for the movement known as New Rave. Try as we did to sit still, sweaty and bug-eyed through their debut album, Myths Of The Near Future, we realised that under the fluorescent barrage of sonic laser beams and hand-streaked galaxies, New Rave isn’t much different from Old Rave. That’s because besides an excuse to get mind-numbingly off-chops while wearing neon-speckled hoodies over smilie t-shirts, there really isn’t much more to Klaxons. Yet, as manic, intense songs like the siren sampling, guitar-led Atlantis To Interzone and Golden Skans lead off, the piercing falsetto vocal that accompanies their wall of hyper-active sound starts to sound brilliantly hypnotic. Then, beaming off the brain’s receptors like Mr. Spock himself, the full force of Klaxon’s ‘sci-fi punk’ hits home on Totem on The Timeline and the fiddle-stick rhythms of Magick in massive waves of golden vibration. This is of course, before the most incredible moment of mind-mashing comes in Four Horsemen Of 2012. Descending like the dark clouds of come-down dawn, Four Horsemen Of 2012 is the final gooey surge of serotonin to the frontal lobe basked in buzzing glory. Whatever you say they are, that’s what they’re not.

***^½

JACK LANGRIDGE

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