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It's somehow light and airy, yet moody and brooding, and though it should be easy to find the half-whispered croon of the vocals creepy, it's just the sound of someone taking you in confidence as they lead you into the deep, dark forest.
Anthemic songs filled with dramatic dynamics and playing that ranges between thunderous and ethereal.
No denying this band exists in a dual space of Gen X ridicule and genuine nostalgia. The new album is filled with the same sunny indie-rock wink-and-grin disposition that rightfully earned them the title, broadcasting into/from the airwaves of 1994.
One final challenge awaits: swim through the Reservoir of Bliss, filled with honey, liquid moonlight, and endorphins, then dance in slow motion across the infra-disco, as BRONCHO's underwater guitar syrup and whispered falsetto choruses are playing.
Unbridled rock and roll from the west of France, where the vehicles may be smaller but where the spirit of le garage lives on, giving us good opportunity to apply the term "howling" and generally act as American as a keg party in the woods.
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