A band who have played by their own rules for the last part of 15 years, Holy
Fuck’s new album is the most accomplished moment yet from a group who have
become one of their country’s finest, and most influential,
exports; seamlessly fusing the gauzy drive of krautrock and deep house’s dreamy
ineffability, and expertly blending purring motorik percussion with the sort of
fuggy synthetic fizz that so often sends clubbers into states of unselfconscious
rapture.
