The one track that will remind us of Summer 2006, over and above such credibility-chasing favourites as Lily Allenâ€™s â€˜Smileâ€™ or anything off the new Muse album is, regrettably, Bob Sinclairâ€™s â€˜Love Generationâ€™, purely because someone, somewhere deep in the German organizing committee, thought itâ€™d be a good idea to play the bloody song every single time anyone scored at the World Cup.
We mention this because by definition commercial dance music, with its factory-line nature and anonymous creators, should be a genre to despise. And yet tracks like â€˜Love Generationâ€™ still arguably soundtrack more nights out than any other, so clearly thereâ€™s something there in amongst the bland beats and thudding repetition, even if itâ€™s merely the idea of losing yourself in the music until the normal barometers of taste cease to apply.
Ferry Corsten is quite far removed from this image of a shadowy producer, but his second album â€˜L.E.Fâ€™ (Loud, Electronic and Ferocious apparently) walks a fine line between disposable boy-racer anthems designed to make Fatboy Slim look avant-garde and being a straight-ahead dance album that remains listenable in its own right.
Highlights include â€˜Are You Readyâ€™, whose woozy electronic lines recall Daft Punkâ€™s more instant moments, the title track, which is â€˜Believeâ€™ by The Chemical Brothers being fed through the computer in â€˜Tronâ€™, and the surprisingly melancholic â€˜Into The Darkâ€™.
â€˜Fireâ€™ meanwhile is plodding at best, only notable for featuring Simon Le Bon on virtually unrecognisable lead vocals. â€˜Foreverâ€™ is the cheesy â€˜Call On Meâ€™-style hit in waiting, while â€˜Junkâ€™ wastes Guru of Gangstarr fame on a weak attempt at the hip-hop influenced techno that Leftfield did so well.
To complain that â€˜L.E.Fâ€™ lacks much invention or depth seems a bit uncharitable. After all, this is music largely designed for the moment: sure itâ€™s forgettable, overlong by at least thirty minutes and contains only a handful of tracks that this writer could listen to without feeling sleepy, but â€˜L.E.Fâ€™ will still be the soundtrack to a lot of hedonistic Summers, and all without simultaneously tainting peopleâ€™s memories of the football. A result, of sorts.