![]() The flash can't hide the trashiness, and the same can be said of Harris' music. As disco balls spin on turntables, lights flash and dry ice spills out over a dancefloor shuddering to thumping beats, it is like being trapped in a club in Croydon in the late 1980s. His songs, from the laddish hedonism of Vegas to the churning euphoria of I Created Disco, are pure pop escapism. His solid pop hooks have caught the eye of recent collaborator Kylie Minogue and when he playfully threatens to throw his used hankie into the crowd, teenage girls jostle each other in readiness. Though he has released just two singles, Harris is already emerging as a star. The 23-year-old from Dumfries looks like an escaped Arctic Monkey, neon-free in a black and white zip-up jacket and jeans, and despite having a cold, bounces around to Acceptable in the 80s like a hyperactive chimp. ![]() Though irony lingers over Harris's music, on stage he is a natural, enthusiastic performer.
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