The Presets
Talk Like That
Woooh! Ghosts in the machine! Kicking off with an electro church organ bit like something off The Phantom Of The O-Pacha, ‘Talk Like That’ descends into magnificently doomy synth-pop that brings to mind the somewhat disturbing image of a Hot Chip in rubber gimp suits being chained up by the nipples in a Berlin torture dungeon. It makes this reviewer start to think that this single reviewing lark is endangering his mental health.
Mark Beaumont
Mark Beaumont
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