This is definitely," says Tom Findlay, in considerable understatement, "the least noodly record we've ever made. It's a funk album, really. With proper songs."
Noodles out, beef in; Groove Armada 2002 are now unrecognisable from the chiefs-of-chill who brought us the spectral trombone classic 'At The River', way back in the different dimension of '99, from their breakthrough second LP, 'Vertigo', an album which, three years on, still sells consistently. Building upwards and outwards from last year's dance-floor bedlam opus 'Superstylin' (from the tellingly-titled 'Goodbye Country, Hello Nightclub'), fourth LP 'Lovebox' is a party-hard, soul-funk, song-based stunner, less Dance Album Of The Year, more Album Of The Year, no limits, their laid-back label of olde as redundant a concept as the compilation landslide which drowned the world in dreariness.
"We've done laid-back," notes Andy Cato, "when we did 'Northern Star' (debut LP, '97, Tummy Touch) there weren't those albums about, there wasn't 'Lounge 45' and 'Ibiza 597' and it's all become boring. With our new stuff, there's still some laid-back, lovely songs, but things like 'Madder', it's as much indie skate-board as it is dance music, 'Tuning In' is more Rolling Stones than Judge Jules."
"That chill out stuff is just terrible," chirps Tom, "God knows how many compilations