Is this funk re-invented? That certainly seems to be what the ex-Funkstörung beatsmith is aiming for but does he succeed?

To a large degree, yes. This is, at times, an embarrassingly funky album, there's some awesome basslines that would have the best of us pulling that 'ooh, it's so good it hurts' face  (I challenge you not to play the air-bass to 'Soda') and there are some nicely cheeky beats too. Unsurprisingly, the whole thing has a super slick sound, both minimal and intricate at the same time - Funkstörung were always noted for their meticulous arrangements, and Fakesch lives up to that legacy.

It's hard not to get caught up in the upbeat electro-house-glitch-funk vibe, the album was clearly made to get asses shaking, but there are moments when the obviousness of Fakesch's influence start to grate a little. At times it sounds so much like Prince it's almost fraudulent. The opening track 'Escalate' is clearly inspired by The Purple One's stripped down drum'n'vocal sound pioneered in tracks like 'Kiss' and updated on his latest album, 3121 in "Black Sweat" (we are ignoring the Daily Mail debacle - that one doesn't count). Taprikk, who provides the vocals on 'Dos', even mimics the cuban-heeled virtuoso's trademark screech on 'On The Floor'.

Fakesch only saves himself by making no effort to disguise his influences, instead he embraces and enjoys them, enabling us to do the same - it's clear who he is trying to emulate, but we like it because he does it so well, and with such panache. He's not afraid to use any technique to get people moving in fact, there are times when 'Dos' sounds like a pop record - almost dangerously Timberlake-esque - but Fakesch clearly doesn't care. So long as he gets the party jumping it's all good. (Zander Grinfeld)