The habitual elite league of house from the ‘Bean and the Bobien, executed with a fluffiness that barely touches the ground in covering Blaze’s When I Fall in Love from 1998. George Mena Keys is also on board for working the chords into a pearl glisten, twinkling like expensive bubbly on special delivery US import running down into jewel encrusted champagne flutes. Gospel inspired performance is as standard, with Bobien earning her right to lozenges with some gutsy oral extensions and speaking of being smitten with passion without the need for a watershed. Seeing as us limeys don’t really do pool parties, this may have limited appeal for those who aren’t season ticket holders at the Plaza or Country Club, and there are only so many descriptions available for Jellybean’s recent run of singles amounting to the same idylls of expensive taste, done as suntanned-lovers’ tangos that are still open to covering old ground. So, impeccably tailored, but though you won’t mind airing the suit because of its flattering contours, it’s something that’s been seen on the catwalk before.
Scott Wozniak is out to de-fluff and make the beautiful people reach for the botox needle, such will be their frowns when he’s finished with the original. Well not quite, but with a well-formed acid bassline and overall purposeful stride of the beats and strings that forgo majesty for a little bit of might, the New Yorker puts up a piece of funky vocal house where hobnobbing with lavish clubbing aristocracy is still the aim, without being afraid of putting its foot on the dancefloor. As per Secrets & Lies, Wozniak is the go-to guy when the halo-polishing becomes too much.