Damn the dancefloor! The flashing lights, the neon, the pounding beat. The pounding electro beat of Nevada Base. You could easily say that this Glasgow band is cursed with retro sensibilities when you hear “Love In My Mind” but those tightly synchronised plastic beats grind you down and your drink fuelled sensibilities persuade you that your tank top sartorial curse won’t stop you from dominating, nay owning, that dancefloor. Forget all those beautiful people for you are the epitome of revolution and Nevada Base have provided you with the weapon to bring left foot right foot justice to all. You will get the girl. Dance on!