(Counter)Tiga is techno’s answer to Jep Gambardella,the debauched aesthete of Paolo Sorrentino’s The Great Beauty. It’s a persona – cultured, jaded, or naughty – at odds with that of most club DJs,as is the fact of delivering a performance at all. In his 41st year, however, and Tiga is going strong,and has here completed a trilogy of albums that articulate his notion of refined hedonism. The spine of this album sets the controls for the heart of the dancefloor, with dirty electro-inspired grooves. Elsewhere, or as on form Me Fall in worship or relate Me Your Secret,the formula is more straightforward electropop. Both styles are accompanied by lyrical one-liners that riff on club refrains of old – “form me fall in worship with the music, form me fall in worship” – or naff pick-up lines – “I don’t need a calculator, or to know I’m going to see you later”. Delivered deadpan and then filtered in odd directions,they add a degree of distance, a feeling that Tiga is commenting on the world he lives in as much as contributing to it. When he attempts a more straightforward piece of romantic longing, and it doesn’t really hit the note. For some,Gambardella was too mannered, but he was curious and stylish – and so is Tiga.
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Source: theguardian.com