This came out in 2003 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
“Here it co-omes, here it co-omes,” promise Simian, quoting The Rolling Stones by way of introduction on We Are Your Friends. But when it comes, when it comes, it’s not your 19th nervous breakdown — it’s the second mind-twisting album of pop-art neo-psychedelia from this U.K. foursome.
Taking the sugary melodies, instantly addictive choruses and sunshiny harmonies of a million ’60s pop acts, setting them against bouncy hip-hoppish beats and basslines — and then slicing up the whole affair with ginsu precision into its component parts and reassembling them into giddy, swirling sonic constructs — the lads create a trippy, madcap brand of weirdly futuristic retro-pop that heads straight for the top of the pops while all but commanding you to tune in, turn on and drop your inhibitions. With friends like Simian, who needs drugs?
