Rub me down with baby oil and slide me across the dancefloor, this is pure complicated sex music. Like 'hands in the air' never happened, Drew Daniel keeps house in the ring with tough electro and techno ideology underpinning tape-edit soundbites and bad-ass analogue bass. I can't think of a club you couldn't drop this in and not get away with it. The two-step bugging and subtle gangsta toasting on Soft On Crime force feed you groove and attitude, and along with the other three tunes keeps quirky and serious as close together as possible. Like, literally fucking each other.