Some artists change their spots every season: Madonna morphed into whatever was in – er – vogue at the time, and Radiohead and Massive Attack are on a perpetual quest for reinvention. But you need to be equally ballsy to stick to your guns. In the two decades since Crazy P formed, the disco-house sound they've championed has sashayed back to the top table; now, they're reaping the rewards of consistency and experience.
Let's be clear: on Walk Dance Talk Sing, musical boundaries remain unbroken, chins remain unstroked and there's absolutely no chance of Marcel Dettmann dropping any of this at Berghain. But then none of that has ever been the point of Crazy P, and while there's nothing surprising about the Nottingham band's seventh LP, there's nothing disappointing about it either, particularly if you want Jim Baron, Danielle Moore and Chris Todd to turn out another album of pure party music, as they do every few years. Thus, saying that pretty much any of the tracks here could easily also have appeared on any Crazy P album since they dropped the "enis" for 2005's Last Night On Earth is more recommendation than criticism.
It’s hard to comprehend that a long-established group with this sort of sheen used to call themselves Crazy Penis, yet have still ended up with a name more apposite for a mad, bad and dangerous to know West Coast rapper. Their polished seventh album has the listener trying to place why the licks are familiar, so close is their sound to vintage disco and synth-pop. The full band sound is varied, singer Danielle Moore’s smoky vocals nimbly stepping across quintessential house breakdowns and tight Brit-funk.