The album arrived accompanied by a press release, a sticker and a packet of seeds. The title asks an odd question. Well, let’s start with the cover. A mushroom or toadstool isn’t fruit of any kind. But then, listening to this, who knows what’s what? As the opening lines of the title track reveal, this is a weird-out exploration of squidgy electro dance with a gallic flourish.
Wibbly wobbly noodle doodly laid-back disco flips and flaps its way across and through the eight tracks here, a veritable smorgasbord of electro grooves and whatever goes all blended to a strange sonic cocktail. This strange fruit tastes a bit funny, but it’s not altogether unpleasant.
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