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The Naked And Famous – “Passive Me, Aggressive You”

Whatever your opinions of synth-pop are, one thing for certain is that there is still plenty of life left in the genre. There are a lot of bands on the musical landscape still mucking about with synthesisers and generally the quality has been surprisingly good. The Naked And Famous are continuing this trend. Although Passive Me, Aggressive You has been available in their native land of New Zealand for a while, it has finally been shipped around the world and the feedback has been very positive.

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Whatever your opinions of synth-pop are, one thing for certain is that there is still plenty of life left in the genre. There are a lot of bands on the musical landscape still mucking about with synthesisers and generally the quality has been surprisingly good. The Naked And Famous are continuing this trend. Although Passive Me, Aggressive You has been available in their native land of New Zealand for a while, it has finally been shipped around the world and the feedback has been very positive.

“Punching In A Dream” and “Young Blood” have some incredibly infectious electronic riffs which would bring chaos to dancefloors in clubs. The beats are loud and the tremendous Cyndi Lauper-esq voice of Alisa Xayalith shrills through the listener. However, the album is not all get-up-and-go. There are slower efforts, some of which are a bit weird and sadly a sharp drop in quality from the singles.

In truth, the album is a long, winding journey. From the dancefloor, to the chill out-tastic “The Ends” and then the hard rock of “A Wold In Geek’s Clothing”, The Naked And Famous have nailed a really interesting and captivating record.

Run Time: 49:13
Release Date: March 15, 2011

Track Listing:

01. All Of This
02. Punching In A Dream
03. Frayed
04. The Source
05. The Sun
06. Eyes
07. Young Blood
08. No Way
09. Spank
10. Jilted Lovers
11. A Wolf In A Geek’s Clothing
12. The Ends
13. Girls Like You

Check out the song: “Young Blood”

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