“I need you to touch me till I feel it baby. I need you to touch me till it hurts.” And so the chorus of “Till It Hurts” goes. Native Underground’s altogether auspicious debut makes quite the passionate proclamation, but once you’ve heard those synths, that bass and Javi’s voice, it’ll all make sense.
The not so German all so super chic Wurst crew are back with this EP of greatness. You can see why these guys are causing a stir with the likes of Todd Terje, Greg Wilson and James Murphy over the past couple of months. Its been a while since we have had a good slice of analogue pop disco, LCD seem to have had to manage this almost single-handedly for the past few years.
With nods to Prelude’s finest singalong moments, the brash production of New Order’s “Confusion”, and a sprinkle of pop magic, Native Underground have arrived.