Calvin Harris - Ready for the Weekend
Remember that bit in George Orwell’s 1984 when he’s talking about a boot stamping on a human face forever, and the futility of it all? That’s the despair felt after just 30 minutes of Calvin Harris’ second long-playing offering. Not that he’s inherently evil or cruel … well, actually he might be, given his ability to infuriate with his incredible chirpiness. This high gloss, post-Jan Hammer, sub-Miami Sound Machine, first 20 seconds of ‘Jump’ by Van Halen electropop makes La Roux sound like King Crimson such is its gleeful, unashamed unsophistication.
Nagging and one dimensional, Harris proves there’s more than one way to skin an 80s cat and he’s flogged this one to death. A star each for his ‘Dance Wiv Me’ collaboration with Dizzee Rascal and the one from the Coke ad (‘the deafeningly profound ‘Yeah Yeah Yeah La La La’) but the rest? Teeth rotting stuff.