With the echo of synth stabs and a pungent mix of overwrought Sparks and Freddie Mercury still hanging in the air the Anglo-Argentinian duo of Sebastian Muravchix and Ali Renault, aka Heartbreak, leave the stage having set a decidedly retro mood romping through classics in waiting like 'Regret', 'We're Back' and 'Living Just For Fun'. Aided and abetted by the Road to Rimini DJs the whole place is in fine Italo fettle. I've said numerous times of late that the rediscovery of tunes and dancing this year has been a revelation and my needs are suitably sated even before Little Boots arrives to blow any final cobwebs away.
This said former Dead Disco diva Victoria Hesketh has transformed out of sight and with Little Boots - akin to watching Kylie fronting Orbital at times - there's a whole new reason to be excited. There's the full on trance/Ring My Bell tilt of 'Magical', the pop genius of 'Mathematics' and you'll have heard 'Meddle' in the ether as it's undoubtedly been played in every club every five minutes over the last couple of months. And rightly so. There are acres of cooler than cool songs, a vulnerable Piaf demeanour, the Tenori-On (look it up), a witty stage banter, whipping out the Keytar for a full on 'Brian May rock moment' and goddamnit a fucking exceptional cover of Freddie Mercury/Giorgio Moroder almost lost dance classic 'Love Kills'.
There's so much to love with Little Boots including an affectionate camp which takes you over and transports you a time when Howard Jones was synth king and singing into a hairbrush with dreams of appearing on Top of The Pops wasn't as shameful as it appears in retrospect. Come on surely that's not just me?
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