Gathered in a studio simply as a functional exercise is the first plus here. Muzik Tarian Malaysia are bunch of borderline nomads of whom no-one expects to spend 8 months under the thumb of some metrosexual hot-shot with two million dollars as collateral, so in keeping with their uber secretive muse, a tune like Johore Sports Club serves a remarkably agrarian master, as well as its roots holding up as something “we” as gawping party guests may have missed a long time ago. That’s the second plus factor, after all, how many posters of this bunch are likely to be seen BEFORE the premier of the latest post-colonial guilt complex documentary that worms its way down to a fawning Cannes? The real plus as far as Muzik Tarian Malaysia are concerned is just how tantilisingly sexy this track is. A wiggling, irrisistable, contrapuntal reptilian backbone which fights all the way to the end with the charmer of an accordian melody that gives the instrument its honour back after decades of abuse by the slovenly Irish cabaret stereotype. The casual backpacker also finds an incentive to make it to that next stop after the monsoon quenches its own rage on the lure of a cunning fiddle just gliding underneath the snake’s belly.  Johore Sports Club is as badass as it gets, it carries secrets only a select few are let into to, carrying a particular fondness for the internationalists who have long since departed their shackled modernity, nomads that don’t need metropolitan Christmas parties to commodify their up to date cultural pluralist conscience.