HK 119 is like an evil Goldfrapp in Gestapo uniform. The terrifying beats may pound and seer like red-hot digital pokers, but it lacks charm, hooks or any redeeming dance floor sensibilities. ‘Friend For Dinner’ is a ridiculous, self-serving song about – GET THIS! – eating your friend for dinner, implicit of the kind of banal ‘out-there’ inversion of expectation that the album constantly fails to transcend.
When it’s not sounding like the soundtrack to a BDSM porn flick, the disaffecting buzz will leave you mistaken for thinking your old dial-up modem’s come to life of its own accord. It’s like watching Johnny 5 take a pained robot shit. Avoid.