Prompting a hipster to dance (or lift a finger, for that matter) is a bitch. So when a band comes along and lights a fire under their carefully considered britches, it’s time to fucking celebrate. This month, the band is called Moving Units, and they have been bringing hot, slutty women with good taste into LA venues for over a year now. A huge bonus, of course, is their neck-snapping brand of white funk, white heat. Not one raw-throated track is a throwaway on this fine maiden LP. Just lose the Gang Of Four and A Certain Ratio fixations, and I’ll re-lacquer the dancefloor myself.