Feel guilty reviewing this, as since becoming an avid fan and acolyte of Meter Bridge, I’ve also become great friends with Jill and Richard (albeit by proxy, across the Pond). So this is not work, just a big wad of heartfelt pleasure.
Canadian purveyors of the sweetest swooniest electro-pop for decades, Meter Bridge have long become the earworms burrowing into this particular cranium. The music on this titular mini album suggests a deeper bonding between our dynamic duo, intimacy beyond mere musical partnership (and they are indeed a couple), with duelling – dual – vocals that writhe and coil around each other like lovers. I am reminded of the octaved vocals of classic Bowie, or Psychedelic Furs, or more recently, TV on the Radio. This is dream-pop at its purest and simplest, with a sinewy sensual dance pulse and funky Alomaresque guitar grooves, Berlin-era. It has Hansa soul. And fire. Sure, there are touchstones – Grace Jones, New Order, early Depeche Mode, Art of Noise – but ultimately this is a artfully original sound of an act clearly enjoying making music together (and sharing their lives together).
The opener, ‘Secret, sets the benchmark, of skittering 808 beats, arpeggiated Kaossilator synth and basslines to die for. Central piece, the acid squelch and stomp of ‘Kite’, has been on repeat for days. It is THAT good. ‘Missing You’ manages to make a glacial ballad throb with romance and warm blood.
This is a sensual, sexy record, pulsing with ideas, foreplay to the anticipated climax of their upcoming album proper. I brace myself for the inevitable orgasmic shudder. Mmmmmmm.