OK, it's like this. Sometimes, you just wanna, you know.. dance. Boogie. Get down tonight. Cut some serious rug, dude. Whatever you want to call it. The problem is, not every band affords their fans the opportunity to promenade; only the most ambitious devotee would find themselves masquerading to Mars Volta, or two-stepping to Tindersticks. Fans of Cansei de Ser Sexy (or CSS, if you can't be bothered) however, needn't worry about being awkwardly anchored to the dancefloor; the Brazilian sextet, who are the musical equivalent of the coolest sugar rush you've ever had, are so much bloody fun that you can't help being enveloped in their party sphere. Not for lead singer Lovefoxxx and co. are the beaches of Rio, or the samba flavour that most would expect their sound to imbibe: instead, CSS solicit kitschy indie-rock with a strict pop sensibility that's completely, utterly irresistible. Opender CSS Suxx is an explosive call to arms that kick-starts a deluge of feel-good fuzzy discordance; Patins is a chintzy Strokes/Yeah Yeah Yeahs-hybrid with a chorus that swirls and yelps for its life, and Alalala's seductive electro-riff is one of the sexiest on the 35-minute long album. The real standouts, however, are the joyfully whimsical Lets Make Love (And Listen to Death From Above), all funky bass, eerie keyboards and Doctor Who-style intervals; the hilarious urgency of Meeting Paris Hilton, and belligerent thumper Art B*tch, a track that has more squeaks, squelches and attitude than the aforementioned Ms. Hilton on a night out. Despite the fact that they a) take their name from a Beyonce quote, who modestly proclaimed that she was 'tired of being sexy', b) the band actually began as an excuse to meet for drinking and c) there's only one actual musician amongst the six (the multi-instrumentalist Adriano Cintra), Cansei de Ser Sexy have pulled off quite a coup with their sassy little debut. CSS is a tightly-wound, often haphazard, and always quirky album that gets better with every listen. Great fun.
