Dance. Now. It’s the direct subtle command, reverberating incessantly with each single bass beat in every one of them tracks included in Brit’s current album, Femme Fatale.
The album is so Tïesto-ish (checkout track Trip to Your Heart. Splendid), that when you shut your blinkers with the sound on the background, one is immediately sent into an insanely blissful trance. And I bet even Monsieur Vivaldi would hastily agree.
And it’s so amazing how the beats swiftly conjure two words, am reminded almost instantly … Beach. Booze.
This is her best album to date. With Blackout as the runner-up.
Am stoked. \m/
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