Release : Vitalic - Flashmob
Artist : Vitalic
Album : Flashmob
Genre : Electronic
Source : CDDA
Label : Different / Citizen Recods
URL : http://www.vitalic-flashmob.com/
Date : 09-00-2009
Encoder : LAME 3.97 / -V2 --vbr-new
Quality : 207kbps 44.1kHz Joint Stereo
Tracks : 13
Time : 49:17 min
Size : 75.13 MB
1 See the sea (Red) 4:04
2 Poison lips 3:52
3 Flashmob 4:26
4 One above one 3:39
5 Still 5:25
6 Terminator benelux 3:50
7 Second lives 4:25
8 Allan dellon 3:09
9 See the sea (Blue) 4:05
10 Chicken lady 3:26
11 Your disco song 3:36
12 Station mir 2009 4:46
13 Chez septime 0:34
You know how when you're a kid, everything is absolutes? Modern dance music is
kinda still stuck there, flipping between the night-and-day of dour seriousness
vs. punch-your-mom-in-the-face party ethic. It makes it hard to find music that
does more than soundtrack individual emotions.
Somewhere between the Juan Maclean's raucous four-on-the-floor formula and
chamber vox techno of the likes of Imogen Heap or Bat for Lashes, there lies a
fabled land called subtlety. Most the time, only Brian Eno lives there. But for
goddamn once in our lives, a new guy, Vitalic, nee Pascal Arbez, hits it. More
than hits it. Owns it.
Vitalic's debut full-length OK Cowboy made waves back in 2005 with its woozy
blend of smarter-than-average synths and weirder-than-average samples. But there
was this one track, "The Past," that came on like an Adderall-powered freight
train loaded with paperback copies of Steppenwolf. (That's a metaphor for being
rad and subtle at the same time.) And it left you being all "Why can't he make a
whole record like that?"
Wish granted. Our boy Arbez is back and he's got a danceable Enola Gay filled
with subtlety bombs. Eponymous cut "Flashmob" feels like the bastard child of
Justice and Lindstromùdetuned and headfucked, but not too far gone to exude shy
thoughtfulness.
"Your Disco Song"ùthe singleùgrabs a creepo Crystal Castles-style child vocal
and forces it to smash through pane after pane of 8-bit glass. The cartwheeling
bassline draws a stealth jet contrail across the background, again achieving the
near impossible feat of being silly while staying somber, danceable but dingy.
Likewise, slowburner "Alain Delon" is as implacable as its Le Samoura∩ namesake,
playing quiet, razorgrooves close to the vest, giving it up without giving it
away.
Basically I could rave retardedly about great dance like this until I have a
nanotech beard, but why bother. Get this record and spin it til you're tired of
it, then go listen to some Berlin-era Bowie or early Roxy Music or something.
Then put on Flashmob again and realize multi-layered paradoxical pop doesn't
come around that much anymore.