NAKED ROOMMATE - Do The Duvet LP

Includes d/l code.

'Do The Duvet' proffers leftfield hijinks via punk execution, answering all the questions posed by questionable post-punk revivalism with sour lemon sneering and cherry-sweet smiles. It's a fever dream, really... A flailing, sparking wire of hyper-compressed rhythms (breathing and synthetic), devolved guitar work and minced electronic compost. The resultant congealed groove is suitable for club situations and/or living space pulsations alike. Either way, the landlord is pissed.

Jordan's beat programming, presumably inspired in part by recent obsessions with unjustifiably discarded electro sounds, manages to elicit physical response without veering into genre clichés like decay dance or Armageddon rave. Instead, movement is prompted by sheer playfulness and high humour: see the sleepily sampled City sax on "Fondu Guru" or the comically taut bassline from "Credit Union", itself a dreamwork born straight from a lovingly held-tight 99 Records 12". Thematically, 'Do The Duvet' bounces between dissections of bourgeois trickery, the absurdity of domestication and the recognizable insanity of living in this particular age. As narrator, Sermeńo's vocal presence is time-capsule great: a commanding grand-slam performance, alluring yet switchblade-dangerous in terms of wit and gaze. So totally wonderful.

What do you really own, anyway? What if your home does not even exist? Why not simply Do The Duvet and answer these queries yourself?