Flashmob

French-born Vitalic, aka Pascal Arbez, first illuminated the world's dance floors in 2005 with his debut OK Cowboy, an album so corking it made recent offerings from the likes of forebears Daft Punk look very limp indeed. Causing disco tremors all round with astounding singles such as Poney, the wall-dismantling La Rock and carving out the inside of skulls with My Friend Dario, it was one of the albums of the year, if not the decade, placing Pascal in a Gallic disco relay between the Dafts and the then-emerging Justice.

Four years being deemed quite a while in disco terms, Vitalic has spent that time wisely inventing an album that is at least OK Cowboy's equal. Flashmob delights in every way imaginable, showing that there are still legs in Gallic boogie; it makes merry with the blueprint he's laid down, yet doesn't go off on tangents of self indulgence. In short, Pascal hasn't grown a beard, bought a cape or found his folk side. Phew.

Flashmob continues much in the same vein as OK Cowboy, with pummelling compressed shards of intense mentalist disco and brain-frazzling wonkiness. With first single Your Disco Song leading the charge, the onslaught never lets up. Oscillating grooves hound throughout, with diva stylings illuminating Poison Lips, and the techno filth of Terminateur Benelux being quite literally the tune for all comers to beat from this moment on.

Elsewhere, the cosmic electro of Station Mir 2099 and Alain Deloin are indicative of Kraftwerk's prophecy rebooted for the now, while Chicken Lady is what Prince may've sound like if he'd had cybernetic implants crudely inserted during his early eighties imperial phase.

Played loud enough, this album has the power to provoke actual riots and dismantle buildings. It's genuinely colossal and makes Vitalic beyond future-proof and ready to lead the way again.