Boomkat Product Review:
You've got your take your hat off to Gang Gang Dance. In a short space of time they've gone from being the terminally sloppy darlings of the Brooklyn art-psych underground to something approaching pop stars, and without any particular compromise on their part. Sure, hardcore fans will always miss the incarnation of the band that unleashed the lysergic mayhem of God's Money, but it was a hard heart indeed that wasn't warmed by 2008's Warp offering, Saint Dymphna, which saw the band organise their jumble of influences into some kind of order (even managing to make a guest turn from Tinchy Stryder make sense). Now signed to 4AD, new LP Eye Contact is inevitably more polished than previous offerings, but is no less insane or inspired. It opens with the acid-fried Disney fantasia of 'Glass Jar', all whooshing synths, twinkling pianos, steel pans and rolling tribal percussion, swelling to a truly beautiful climax with vocalist Lizzy Bougatsos doing her best Kate Bush impression. More than anything it sounds celebratory, the sound of a band finally enjoying a recording budget to match their sonic ambition. Sampled interlude 'Infinity', which sounds like a Sublime Frequencies market find, is the first sign of the Arabic/Eastern flavours that heavily inform the album; 'Adult Goth' comes over like the Art of Noise at large in India, or a less overwrought Dead Can Dance, while 'Mindkilla' has a souped-up carnival bounce that put us in mind of Jam City's 'Ecstasy Refix', and the boogie-meets-art-rock of 'Romance Layers' summons James Pants' recent killer material (though the guest vocal from Hot Chip's Alexis Taylor seems a an unnecessary token gesture). By the time ethno-rave monster 'Thru and Thru' has closed out the album, mark our words, you'll be floored. This album signifies the end of Gang Gang Dance as a noise group, but convincingly repositions them as a truly unique, outernational party band capable of synthesising the most bizarre impulses and influences into a pungent, delightfully over-spiced stew. Hypnagogia in hi-fi? Call it what you will, this album is dazzling in ambition and execution and, much as Merriweather Post Pavilion did for Animal Collective, it shows how far advanced beyond their legion imitators Gang Gang really are. Whatever drugs they're on, we want some. Recommended.