A stickler for pronunciation, it amuses me how they stretch the word “secret” over three syllables, making “lies and secrets” sound like “lies and cigarettes”.
There’s something about a synthesizer that defines the summer soundtrack to a heat wave and the instrument adds the offbeat soul that makes the album into an upbeat neo-Wes Anderson score.
Idiots! take note: hit up that cat and stay in touch until his next movie, look at what the affiliation did for recent Montreal Jazz Festival alum Seu Jorge.
