"The first grand entrance of 2015."
There are moments in the first quarter of Ghost Culture that suggest Londoner James Greenwood may be championing an ill-advised Fischerspooner revival, but by taking the ‘clash’ out of ‘electroclash’ and woozily swimming through inky black danceteras, his debut is far more triumphant.
Whether channelling Surrender-era Chemical Brothers in Mouth, being cinematically maudlin on Glaciers or maintaining a bouncy aloofness on Glass, bubbling analogue electronica throughout shows a reverent love of everyone from Kraftwerk to Orbital. Greenwood’s dry-ice vocals carry the tempos up and down with absolute finesse, making Ghost Culture the first grand entrance of 2015.