Laptop's third album is a synthetic joy from beginning to end. Continuing in the arch electropop vein of Opening Credits and The Old Me Vs The New You, Jesse Hartman's latest illustrates his ability to transcend simple '80s pastiche armed with a world-weary baritone and a clutch of untouchably sexy tunes. With deadpan voiceover and deluded romanticism, the Oakey-cokey melodrama of "Let Yourself Go" is both funny and moving, while "Back In The Picture" and "Testimonial #6" display lurching, Bowie-esque brilliance. Oh, and the title track is perhaps the best warning against pop ambition you'll ever hear.
Laptop’s third album is a synthetic joy from beginning to end. Continuing in the arch electropop vein of Opening Credits and The Old Me Vs The New You, Jesse Hartman’s latest illustrates his ability to transcend simple ’80s pastiche armed with a world-weary baritone and a clutch of untouchably sexy tunes. With deadpan voiceover and deluded romanticism, the Oakey-cokey melodrama of “Let Yourself Go” is both funny and moving, while “Back In The Picture” and “Testimonial #6” display lurching, Bowie-esque brilliance. Oh, and the title track is perhaps the best warning against pop ambition you’ll ever hear.