Put your hands in the air like you just don't care, shine up your love light and pay homage to some of the cheesiest pop-funk grooves you're likely to hear all year.
Michael Deakers and Josh Ottum from San Diego grew up in the 1980s and musically speaking they are still stuck in this decade.
The choice of band name suggests they are harking back to heady school days listening to Prince, Whitney Houston, The Pointer Sisters and acting out scenes from St Elmo's Fire.
"I wanna feel your body glued to the radio" is the painful sounding proposition on the opening track (D.O.P.E) - the first song the two wrote together.
With wailing synthesizer, slap bass, unironic guitar solos and a drum-beat programmed to 'clap along', this sets out their stall pretty effectively.
They make no attempt to hide their influences, for instance, like some malfunctioning Karaoke tape, PSA features a straight filch from Michael Jackson's Don't Stop Til You Get Enough.
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Their press release call it a "beautiful collision of athletic sentimentality" whatever that's supposed to mean.
It's an album which can either be taken as an affectionate spoof of disco-pop or else proof that the hot Californian sun and constant partying has completely fried the duo's brain cells and neutralised their taste buds.
When we are informed , on Life Coach, that "the party never ends" this sounds to me more like a threat than a promise.
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