There are plenty of dreamscapes, like Endless Shore and Is That What You Said, tracks that just need some freak to drop ink onto a stretch condom to make everything just so
What is it about the 1960s, especially that whole acid-bleached pop thing that mushroomed round 65-67? What pixie dust is still active in old caskets with long-broken seals like Nuggets or Piper or SF Sorrow? Enough to inform this record: for instance the bass run on Crystallized sounding like some of Macca’s on Revolver. I fear I may bore myself listing references, real or imagined before much longer… So I will say that this is a perfectly pleasant, very enjoyable listen.
It’s got something of 80’s girl bands and something of Broadcast, especially in a track like Snowcapped Andes Crash, but whether this debut means we’re going to see smart and informed takes on raunchy German or Czech films from the 70’s is another matter entirely. In any case why should we? The songs are strong enough to carry all the fudgy sounds, blown out bass and retro styles: Crystallized is good fun, a lovely dreamy melody that ends in a veritable heap of blurps squeaks and taps. There are plenty of dreamscapes, like Endless Shore and Is That What You Said, tracks that just need some freak to drop ink onto a stretch condom to make everything just so; and You Won’t Be Missing That Part of Me is tremendous too: a perfect example of fab spaceship synth pop which finds Melody Prochet innocently prattling through a whole list of sweet nothings. Elsewhere pulses quicken with Some Time Alone, Alone, which has a satisfying clank to it, and Bisou Magique, which is suitably Left Bank.
So there you go, a record that’s best listened to than written about I feel. You’ve heard it all before but you’ll enjoy hearing it all again in this revamped setting, I am sure of that. And I wonder if the title of last track, Be Proud of Your Kids is some sort of unwitting, Freudian salute from these songs to their forefathers? We can only guess.