Hell is DJ Hell and ‘Copa’ is a sleazy glimpse into a parallel world where the housewife’s choice, Barry Manilow, is turned on his head and put through the disco rinser. The last vestiges of the high life are filtered out as the twentieth century shuts down to a collage of divas, muscle Marys and industrial amounts of coke. So much coke that it starts to act in reverse and you’re knackered from excess. It’s all (lip) gloss and polish dancing in the foreground of what is to become an age where all the high ends are sharper and the bass is buried. It’s nostalgia’s last gasp, the comical decadence an interloper. It’s also an incredibly lazy tune which manages to make me think of ‘The Love Boat’.
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