First Transmission: Mr. Fist, Movie.

First Transmission: Mr. Fist, Movie.

Not only is Mr. Fist, a first from London troupe Movie, just about the sprightliest piece of vibrant avant-pop since Teddy’s Primate, but it also intimates toward this particular brigade being about the closest these isles have yet come to the topless kookiness of Kevin Barnes’ of Montreal. For which listen in on the line, “Got a ride on the booze cruise, when all you thought you deserved was a rose” that wafts atop intoxicating lo-fi funk, or the Ghostbusters voiceover that poses the question as to whether you’ve ever read “anything more pathetic than somebody else’s lyrics”, or the floaty, somehow aromatic middle eight that’s as reminiscent of Lousy With Sylvianbriar’s Triumph of Disintegration as it is Texas’ Say What You Want. All of which makes for a début you’ll certainly be wanting to get rather well acquainted with posthaste, if for nothing other than its resplendent opening gambit: “You got your long hair, I’ve got my toupée/ I’m just a fake Liberace in a coupé.”

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