atone - un jour e.p.

sup, time for a cracking piece of soundcoke from atone, this is the un jour ep on the autres directions in music, and you guessed it, its as french as they come, but thats not a bad thing lads and ladies. autres directions are a fucking class label, and you can get loads of their shit for free from their website, i advise strongly you get hold of one of their other releases this month, from propergol y colargol or your legs will fall the fuck off from gangereeeene. anyway, back to atone, and this is some ace spacegroove.

its a 5 track ep and its covered in lashings and lashing of mellow warm ambience, track 1, partir, introduces you to its house like an old friend but you cant remember their surname, but its ok, theres some post you can read it off, no worries mate, a relaxothon from planet france for your smooth ears. track 2, two marimbas, backs up the warmth from partir and brings its buddy energyman along for the ride, shooting us to a positive place high above pluto with some electrobeats and fuzznoise under a marimba hook that floats along, not uncomfortably, this is a corker mateeee. check the breakdown at the end ushering us into the lounge, sit anywhere you like, make yourself at home, that is track numero 3, balneaire. phase yourself in, nice and slow like, and check out this star map i got, it projects itself onto the ceiling, and have a quick drag on this columbian style reefer cigarette, try this beanbag out mate, and lie back, elements of a warmed up boards of canada slightly on this track, but thats just my opinion. a drifting ride, softly kissing you on the cheek with electroharpsichord, this ep gets better and better as you drive through it.

track 4, c'est fini, powers up the thrusters and dirties your face slightly with a deeper crisper drum track, shards of binary glass smash metaphysically next door but everythings cool holmes, the cyber dustpan and brush is already out, next to the stove.

and finally, track 5, qobac sine, exchanges mobile numbers with you at the front door, gives you a firm handshake and youre in the street now, stoned as a weasel, and the street lights are starting to come on, the sun is nearly set and electrobirds fly from pylon to pylon, searching for their next fix of sweet nectar. hail a cab and the world is in slow motion and washed out blue and grey and you feel relaxed in the leather back seat, time to go home, and straight to bed, work tommorow remember... you sink into your bed and your teeth feel smooth and fresh from the toothpaste and you fade out slowly.

this is a cracking release, 9/10 deifnately, a chilled out voyage indeed my friends, go get iiiiit.