An intriguing mix of French troubador, man-strumming-guitar folky music and sampled, synthesized beeps and found sounds. Soundscapes are constructed, not painted; on many tracks, from the meandering, shifting wall of sampled sound emerges graceful guitar and lilting vocals, often en francais. Each track moves slowly, taking its time to explore and mutate, until the listener feels about to drift off into a trance state, somewhere in cool electro outer space. Clean, mais oui.

1. Fuzzy vox/guitar, the recording going forward and sometimes running backwards to a well-integrated, not jarring, effect.
2. Mixed-up sounds fire away, held in place by the melody picked out on guitar. No vocals.
*3. Excellent example of the way singing and strumming rise up from a jumble of samples.
4. Shimmering satellite digital beeps, seguing into
*5. Vox & guitar shake off the computerized disorder with a sweet strummed melody, sharing airspace with the samples, each part building up the other.
*6. The hesitant birth of synthesizer keyboard, evoking the beginning of a rainshower, notes spattering here and there.
*7. Pretty singing, swelling and receding, wheeling along. When the guitar solo comes in it's just lovely, sweet and pure, an organic sound, not computerized.
8. Jacques Brel triumphs over Add N to X, but is generous about sharing with computerized percussion, samples, blips and beeps. Bright, plain guitar wraps up the song.
9. A rich shifting sea of synthesized sound, like a computer mumbling aimlessly to itself.
10. Samples of people talking, a motorbike revving, kids at play, before guitar and electronic ticks come in. A chill, pleasant sendoff to the album.

- riana 3.17.04