It's a strange, when you hear a CD at the hairdresser's, the almost knocks down one, and you will find out that it comes from a band that you never liked. And then allowed to drop his prejudice and congratulates the band to a super board "Talkie Walkie" by Air. Here they are again, the two Frenchmen who landed with their debut "Moon Safari" in the midst of the easy-listening sixties retro scifi trends and musical beat a wide arc by the sound of Sechtziger to sound a sci-fi space station. "10000 Hz" then tipped his independent claim into very annoying and let both river and thread miss. "Talkie Walkie" now returns to pure euphony, but not quite. Who hears through the layers of atmospheric bleeps and blings, Synthiflächen and puckernden rhythms discovered pure folk. Comforting melodies that go into the ear, delicately breathy French voices, plucked acoustic guitar and a little Beach Boys psychedelia. Above all, blowing a melancholy distance. That suddenly makes the proximity to bands like "Kings of Convenience" light up without denying one's own roots. But time and again it is the strange mix of Sechtziger cool eighties and distorted voices that make clear who was sitting at the controls. "Venus" surprised with a straight Eighties glamor, "Cherry Blossom Girl" has wonderful polyphonic chants over a cool beat, "Universal Traveller" puts a little tune and glittering synth solos over a puslierenden rhythm and "Another Day" is reminiscent of the wide areas of Pink Floyd "Only" Surfing on a Rocket "has a little more force than the other songs. The highlight is the strict "Run", that the abstraction of Björk approaches to then merge into a shamelessly beautiful Enya-chorus. Above all, an androgynous-verfremdetete voice that gets stuck in monotonous word samples depends - hypnosis pure. Rounding out the dance of two enchanting instrumentals. This album is committed to unrestrained melodiousness, sometimes kitsch, and is warm and atmospheric with all electronics. If you like Air and French euphony, is hereby completely happy. And who is pure listening exactly an idea of what it would obtain when Jean-Michel Jarre had eventually begun to make good records. A tribute to Super plates of bands that you really dislike.
