This is a very minimalist set of recordings, the kind of thing Philip Glass might make if he was of a mind to go to the disco. Each bar draws you in with the hint that there might be much more going on behind it than you may at first suspect. Each track has its own striking identity that will make you remember it long after the disc has stopped spinning. A stray beat here, a looped sample there: all build up into a beautiful whole. This gives the disc a nice chunky feel.
It also makes you want to investigate further where each sample comes from, why it was chosen and what particular flavour it gives to the sound here. Hints of Moby and LCD Soundsystem crop up but what shines through is Pandacetamol’s own voice. Big beats and bass prevail and dominate throughout. You feel your heart pulsate and burst almost even before the disc has started spinning. It is this sheer sense of overexcited self-belief that should propel Pandacetamol on to bigger, better things.
