
Mannequin records continue their admirable exercise in Italian noir archaeology with their reissue of Central Unit's 'Loving Machinery', a landmark exercise in robotic ennui that was released thirty years ago but sounds like tomorrow. Saturday Nite dissects the bathos of weekend expectations disappointed with a withered surgical dance device whose synths doppler-effect like the sirens of an ambulance roaming the city for heartbreak victims (it always arrives too late), it's P-funk telegraph tries to lure our despondent protagonist into the dancefloor, but instead he walks into the winter without, alone with his self-consciousness. [...]