Donkey proves there's life in the old girls (and guy) yet. Hopefully they'll relocate...
Elvissia Williams 2008
After throwing the mother of all parties, is it possible to wave a glowstick in the face of inevitable comedown? It's a question faced by defiant hedonists everywhere, and is especially pertinent for the success of Cansei De Ser Sexy's Donkey. Two years ago, these magical electro scamps arrived from Brazil in a hail of catsuits and klaxons, detonating glitter bombs in dingy indie clubs across the country. Their eponymous debut rendered observations of love, life and western pop culture in fluorescent pink, their sound was endearingly amateurish and we loved them. Since then, sequins have been scattered at their feet as they've danced across the world, leaving a trail of friends and lovers and amassing a carbon footprint so big their bassist Ira actually quit. So, weighing up the evidence on Donkey, has the musical kryptonite of relentless touring got to them? Are they getting tired of being the good time gang?
At the outset, the stomping, lycra-tight fanfare of Jager Yoga suggests otherwise, featuring the ballsy mission statement: ''We didn't come into the world to walk around / We came here to take you out''. It's a tantalising invitation to join their 24/7 kaleidoscopic conga through kitsch - and given their past form who'd say no? However, such heady optimism is jolted by the Pixies-squeal of Rat Is Dead (Rage), a raw howl of anguish leveled at their former manager. Things are being thrown, words are being had. There are signs that it's the kind of party where your host ends up sobbing mascara and broken dreams into your shoulder at 5am.
Such world weariness entails a more sober contemplation of their surroundings, and a more sober sound. Aside from ditzy insect-possession japes on I Fly, the songs cry out for CSS' trademark lyrical intrigue. As the emotional currency of Left Behind demonstrates - ''A million pounds won't be enough / to stare back at your face'' - they're speaking proper English these days. They're also playing their instruments as they were intended. Former musical disarray has been tamed into nuanced anglo-Favela rhythms, yet with myriad spangly delights Donkey proves there's life in the old girls (and guy) yet. Hopefully they'll relocate their love for that life soon.