Transport yourself to Studio B (or Fabric if you’re on the other side of le pond) and picture yourself dancing endlessly all night. It’s after hours when the music reaches a deep level of quality, and you wind up lost in an endless beat. That’s the easiest way to sum up Lambs Anger. At first I conjured memories of too-cool Parisian deejays in the Daft Punk realm overwhelming the space with layers of beats smothered in sound effects and remixes of old school dance tracks. As I eased into the disc more, I knew that Mr. Oizo (Quentin Dupieux) is yet another brainchild of the wonder that is French electro, and just as good as contemporaries like Sebastian Tellier and anyone those kids at Kitsune serve up. (Ed Banger) –Andrea D’Alessandro