Here's a post-pubescent record that comes courtesy of two nostalgic bearded ones. Two blokes hailing from France's northern city of Lille dreaming of a ductile mother nature and soft lightning. They vow a cult to seventies aesthetics and middle class American chic. Be it E.T. or Virgin Suicides. They also devised their own parseltongue which is known as hairy language, an hilarious dialect that has to be heard to be believed. Actually, at a first glance, those two Siamese could easily pass out as mild hippies of the third millennium ; ensconsed in dreamy electronica as much as others can be glued in folk. It would however be a misjudgement. They are obsessive freaks and ultra demanding aesthetes. From the artwork to the different stages of mastering. As for the music it's built through harmonic and melodic elements that are set according to their own nomenclatura and studio language. Their style is one that dwells largely into analog synthetizers which are the object of their absolute fancy du to the rich and deep textures they generate. Their music qualifies as christic a veiled Boards of Canada reference- electronica as much as deconstructed Hip Hop (Wendy Forest, Köpob Ingo) and carries the stigmata of a deep cinematic influence be it Wendy Carlos or John Carpenter. Beats are often chiselled sharp but also softened at the edges by multiple melodic layering (Arp Center) and as if tamed by relentless harmonic crescendi. It's not also a matter of desperate anoraks that vow a selfish cult to click @ cuts or useless laptop virtuosity. Instead, those two maniacs develop a deep poetic vision of arithmetic and install a sort of contemporary technology cult, where nature meets artifice. In their own words, the most important notion contained in their music is EMOTION. That's what won us over. A record you should listen with eyes closed and a focus on your inner self.