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'Remember the summer of '98? When all great stuff seemed French? From la Coupe du monde to Music Sounds Better With You, the season was more or less synonymous with a Francophilic rêve, and it thus feels pretty fitting that nascent Anglo-French troupe The Night VI should cover Stardust’s one, and indeed only hit of that same year. Le choix de harpist and interdisciplinary visual artiste Anna Pesquidous, and itself a reconstruction of Chaka Khan’s Fate, lyrics from which are here interpolated pretty nimbly, Music Sounds Better With You is the third of a set of six newfangled interpretations that already includes revisions of Jeff Buckley’s Lover, You Should’ve Come Over and Marvin Gaye’s You’re All I Need To Get By. Though most pertinently, it’s their most spangly yet, Sophie-Rose Harper’s languid vocal delivery a seductive match for Jack Gourlay’s chic (read: Chic) guitar shimmying. Bassist Bogart Giner, yes, Bogart Giner holds a masterful grasp on Bangalter’s archetypally robust bass undertones, with the rework further decorated by subtle twinkles courtesy of Pesquidous herself, to make for a quietly intricate, even immensely adroit version that couldn’t sound more contemporary were Nile Rodgers to replace Gourlay.’
'We've been presented with so much delectable musical produce for degustation these past few hours that, at times, it's been tricky to fully digest the whole smorgasbord. But, arguably saving the sweetest for last – as culinary custom would so often have us consume things – we're strangely honoured to be able to put forward a few highlights from Mesita, aka Colorado wunderkind James Cooley’s latest long-playing effort, Future Proof. “I did a sudden release of it this morning” read an adorably enthusiastic correspondence. “(No label so why not?)” And we’re unspeakably thankful Cooley deigned to do so, for the highlights come thick and fast as a Colorado dessert.
Up first both in terms of tracklisting and perhaps subjective preference is No Future – a springy funk slink seemingly indebted to anyone and everyone from Metronomy to TVOTR; Nile Rodgers to Ludovico Einaudi as both industrial glitch and ethereal pianistic tinkering likewise meet with Cooley’s irreproachable vocal delivery and a spattering of shimmering guitar. And for such nihilistic subject matter (“Future, no future/ There is no future, future left for me” provides its lyrical fulcrum) there’s plenty of rhyme, reason and with that animation to it.
Elsewhere, the exceptional staccato acoustica of Damage recalls Grizzly Bear attempting to jumpstart DIANA’s Perpetual Surrender, as Cooley intertwines a beguiling innocence with the sort of self-assurance that surely takes years to cultivate.
All of which, alongside a raft of similarly exemplary material both new and slightly older alike, brings us to the ten-track full-length’s breathtaking denouement, Nothing. A dextrous interweaving of the minor key melancholy expected of Reckoner, the rustic humilities of Efterklang and the muffled despondency of Röyksopp’s Melody A.M., it’s the kind of heartwarming composition that, had Dan Snaith unanticipatedly published it this morning, we’d not tire of singing its praises any time prior to next summer. But such is the absolute ingenuity at its core that comparisons feel deplorably futile, for Future Proof somehow sounds like much, and nothing at once, and suggests it’s only a matter of time before Cooley has a whole load more to hold onto than the nothingness he’s purportedly clinging to currently…’
'The chieftain of languid, nostalgia-addled funk fluidity and Antipodean smooth; the guru of pellucid grooves. He's Connan Mockasin, and by Christ is he back by the sounds of I’m The Man, That Will Find You. It’s the sort of slinky beauty that, were Prince Rogers Nelson to have produced it, we’d be proclaiming the sultry thing a great revelation; a reversion to his greatest creative days. Featuring impish guitars that waggle around Connan’s cheeky falsetto like a sneaky, sneaky dogfriend, plush vocal harmonies and proto-soul rhetoric, indeed, I’m The Man, That Will Find You is likely the finest of its type you’ll encounter for quite some while. And that such an accolade should go to a track lacking Nile Rodgers’ Midas touch speaks volumes, for once this one worms its sultry way into your psyche, it’ll doubtless suck you dry. He da man alright…’
I’m The Man, That Will Find You is lifted from Mockasin’s forthcoming Caramel full-length, which is expected November 4th on Phantasy Sound.