On Client's debut EP, Price of Love, the group presents a colder, more predatory version of the sleek electro-pop also purveyed by Ladytron. While they never quite reach the cybernetic chill or existential terror of the likeminded Adult., there are some similarities to that group, too; the rather clinical yet fetishistic picture of women's legs and shoes on the cover recall Nicola Kuperus' photography, adding a visual parallel to the musical ones here. Deceptively fuzzy synths hum icy, eerie melodies as the singer competes with the drum machine to see which one can sound stiffer and more robotic. The drum machine has a natural advantage, particularly on the single's title track -- which recalls the Human League as much as any of Client's contemporaries -- but it's a dead heat on "Client," where the singer rattles off a list of increasingly sexually-charged corporate jargon before snapping "F*ck off, don't touch me there." The instrumental "Liepzig" is the slightest track of the bunch, but does show the group's talent for crafting a stylishly linear, menacing mood. Ultimately, Client's ideas -- namely, the commodification of love and sex -- might be slightly more interesting than the group's music at this point, but Price of Love is a smart and promising debut.
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AllMusic Review by Heather Phares