This is one album which I feel never got the props it deserved. Often slept on by most, opting to listen to big beat's bigger stars (like Fatboy Slim or The Crystal Method) or becoming bored by the sound by the time the album was released, this duo may be remembered by most as a one hit wonder (or even a blip). Truth is Propellerheads are far from that. Songs are timed perfectly, never becomming redundant in their loops or beats, samples are never overused ad nauseum or mask the richness of the tracks. Each song stands on it's own, displaying a varied individuality, despite the persistant spy-soundtrack feel that the baselines and strings evoke. The only lull to me is "360 (Oh Yeah)", but it is still a nice downtempo groove to let you catch your breath before the drums start up again.
Unlike their peers, the Propellerheads fail to conjure a room full of sweaty jagger-filled frat boys playing playstation and instead delivers music steeped in rock, soul and funk traditions that can be grooved to on the most distinguishing of dancefloors.