James Bond (Sean Connery version) is the coolest mutha ever to work for the government - even more so than Tony Banks. Moby
is the coolest wee baldy bloke ever to do radical house/techno versions of theme tunes (remember Go with its Twin Peaks sampling?)
Bring the two together and you get the unmistakably widescreen Monty Norman classic turned into a big 70s squelchy house anthem
that sneaks out of your hi-fi, changes into a wide-lapelled dinner jacket then proceeds to chat up your girlfriend over a game of Canasta.
More remixes than you can shake a Martini at comprise the extra tracks here, including a pounding CJ Bolland take and an
electro Dub Pistols version. All in all 35 minutes of music, which is more than enough: after that time the track has turned into the sonic
equivalent of George Lazenby.
Rating: 8/10
The Rest
It's MC Tunes! Him that did "The Only Rhyme That Bites"! And now he's back fronting a band that sound a little bit like Red Hot Chili
Peppers, with a song that's frankly a bit too like a hundred other funky rap-rock numbers to be anything other than mildly diverting. Damn
shame, cos he was cool.
It is the National Week of the Remix, although we do get an extra original track "N.W.D." which is a bit more in yer face than the
a-side, but sadly just as forgettable.
Rating: 6/10
America desperately continues to try and find something to equal the impact that ubergrungemeisters Nirvana had on the world - mostly by churning
out bands that sound like Cobain's happy-go-lucky group of scamps. Radish, predictably, take a very similar tack with crunchy
guitars and angsty vox and little else to distinguish them from a host of other no-hopers. And radishes aren't even that good a vegetable.
B-sides are a limpid demo, "Take My Seashell" and a couple of live tracks: "Sugar Free" and "P. Girl". Both are very poor, especially
"Sugar Free" which is enhanced by the sound of Kurt spinning in his grave.
Rating: 3/10
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