To begin the new year, Antinote summoned Panoptique and JC Satan’s Paula to release a badass two-tracker, paying a pared-down tribute to the most overlooked period in recent musical history; the accursed electroclash-era. Now, while I'm known around Piccadilly for my rarified tastes, Balearic leanings and mild allergy to beats, I was in a past life a true club kid. Daubed in eyeliner, skinny jeans and gaffer taped converse I hit the dingier nightspots Manchester had to offer, dropping all out bangers and ironic rave cuts from the Gigolo stable and Tok Tok vs Soffy O. So, secretly, while no one's looking, I'm quietly buzzing about Antinote's detour into the much maligned world of electroclash, coming as it is from a record and a band called Succhiamo (first person plural of “to suck” in Italian). The title-track straightforwardly announces what the main elements of Succhiamo’s music are: over-saturated, over-simplified drum patterns and EBM-infused synth-lines backing overtly sexual vocals in Italian. What's not to love? On the flip side, Succhiamo deals with the same formula in more depth, engaging this time in detailing a meaningless list of products available in the “supermercato”. The song conveys a nihilist - but fun - attitude, and it just sounds as if the band got lit and crashed a car in Deansgat. As a kind of inheritor to "Ich Bin", Succhiamo bring some stupidity to the club, flipping the beardier producers the bird like some irreverent Franco-Italian Beavis & Butthead.
STAFF COMMENTSPatrick says: Antinote make a bold play to resurrect electroclash with their latest release, inviting everyone to dress in monochrome, break out the skinny ties and safety pin their clothes all over again. Raw, raucous and vital stuff, this is the dadaist shot in the arm the over serious dancefloor needs. It couldn't really make a come back, could it?