In the eternal words of Public Enemy Gigwise would normally advise its readers with the simple retort to us music journos waxing lyrical about the latest band in day-glo clothes, face paint and retrogressive leanings with added yelping madness - â€œDonâ€™t believe the hype!â€ But every once in a while Chuck D and his crew can be tossed a side in the face of pure brilliance - this is one of those moments. On â€˜Atlantis To Interzoneâ€™ Klaxons have transcended the hype to bring us three minutes of pure fucked up pop perfection. Sirens wail signalling the start of our 180 second party of a lifetime and from then on itâ€™s a messy, beer spilling, pill popping ride through thrusting riffs of laser precision and the incessant buzz of euphoric synths. Add to that a B-side in â€˜4 Horsemen Of 2012â€™ that sounds like Test Icicles on acid being decapitated by a chainsaw wielding member of Lightning Bolt and you have something very special. The single of the month most definitely, the single of year - quite possibly.