Brisbane-ite Charles Murdoch's world is made of humid slo-mo sex and dreams of bathing in neon lights.
"Just a touch, just a taste," Banoffee begs in Back To It, which Point tantalisingly delivers. None of its woozy electronica is in yer face — less is certainly more, with Murdoch keeping the edges soft and the beats even softer — but the visual side of this album (the three videos culminating with Oscar Key Sung dripping his soul-boy lyrics through Privacy) packs a hell of an uncomfortable punch. Daniel Johns is almost certainly chasing his number.
