L.I.E.S. look under their Parisian nose to Mathilde Mallen’s exquisite coldwave gloom, perfected as Dissemblance after decades spent in the city’s underground.
Also regarded as Electric Mistress, Mathilde doubles her tally as Dissemblance with ‘Centauresse’, a cold-hearted follow-up to her 2019 debut album, ‘Over The Sand’ for Mannequin, which patently benefitted from its mixing touches by Silent Servant. We’re not sure if he’s on board here but the results are just as classic-sounding, bang on the mark for droll, dead-eyed songs in the vein of early Tropic of Cancer and the shadowiest side of Lena Platonos, edged with a delectably stylized, gallic panache.
Blessed with a real feel for the sort of synth sounds that make us salivate, Dissemblance shapes them into a spellbinding strands of songcraft that reward with amplification. Where all too often this sound can fall into cliched torpor, there’s a captivatingly undead energy to proceedings that keeps us rapt. ‘Mercure’ sets out oblique terms of atonal gunk and glossolalic vox that seduce by suggestion, before introducing more legible lyrics and rudely defined grooves in ‘Oxygene’ placing her somewhere between ToC and DVA Damas, as she continues to shapeshift from sulky goddess strung out in processed FX on ‘Attacker le Soleil’, thru to Julee Cruise-like sylvan on the immaculate darkness of ‘Bon Voyage’, variously swooning to the spirraling arps of the title cut, and haunting the soured dissonance of ‘Couteau’ and ‘Furio’ with a transfixing presence certain to garner new fans not already familiar with her first album.
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L.I.E.S. look under their Parisian nose to Mathilde Mallen’s exquisite coldwave gloom, perfected as Dissemblance after decades spent in the city’s underground.
Also regarded as Electric Mistress, Mathilde doubles her tally as Dissemblance with ‘Centauresse’, a cold-hearted follow-up to her 2019 debut album, ‘Over The Sand’ for Mannequin, which patently benefitted from its mixing touches by Silent Servant. We’re not sure if he’s on board here but the results are just as classic-sounding, bang on the mark for droll, dead-eyed songs in the vein of early Tropic of Cancer and the shadowiest side of Lena Platonos, edged with a delectably stylized, gallic panache.
Blessed with a real feel for the sort of synth sounds that make us salivate, Dissemblance shapes them into a spellbinding strands of songcraft that reward with amplification. Where all too often this sound can fall into cliched torpor, there’s a captivatingly undead energy to proceedings that keeps us rapt. ‘Mercure’ sets out oblique terms of atonal gunk and glossolalic vox that seduce by suggestion, before introducing more legible lyrics and rudely defined grooves in ‘Oxygene’ placing her somewhere between ToC and DVA Damas, as she continues to shapeshift from sulky goddess strung out in processed FX on ‘Attacker le Soleil’, thru to Julee Cruise-like sylvan on the immaculate darkness of ‘Bon Voyage’, variously swooning to the spirraling arps of the title cut, and haunting the soured dissonance of ‘Couteau’ and ‘Furio’ with a transfixing presence certain to garner new fans not already familiar with her first album.
L.I.E.S. look under their Parisian nose to Mathilde Mallen’s exquisite coldwave gloom, perfected as Dissemblance after decades spent in the city’s underground.
Also regarded as Electric Mistress, Mathilde doubles her tally as Dissemblance with ‘Centauresse’, a cold-hearted follow-up to her 2019 debut album, ‘Over The Sand’ for Mannequin, which patently benefitted from its mixing touches by Silent Servant. We’re not sure if he’s on board here but the results are just as classic-sounding, bang on the mark for droll, dead-eyed songs in the vein of early Tropic of Cancer and the shadowiest side of Lena Platonos, edged with a delectably stylized, gallic panache.
Blessed with a real feel for the sort of synth sounds that make us salivate, Dissemblance shapes them into a spellbinding strands of songcraft that reward with amplification. Where all too often this sound can fall into cliched torpor, there’s a captivatingly undead energy to proceedings that keeps us rapt. ‘Mercure’ sets out oblique terms of atonal gunk and glossolalic vox that seduce by suggestion, before introducing more legible lyrics and rudely defined grooves in ‘Oxygene’ placing her somewhere between ToC and DVA Damas, as she continues to shapeshift from sulky goddess strung out in processed FX on ‘Attacker le Soleil’, thru to Julee Cruise-like sylvan on the immaculate darkness of ‘Bon Voyage’, variously swooning to the spirraling arps of the title cut, and haunting the soured dissonance of ‘Couteau’ and ‘Furio’ with a transfixing presence certain to garner new fans not already familiar with her first album.
L.I.E.S. look under their Parisian nose to Mathilde Mallen’s exquisite coldwave gloom, perfected as Dissemblance after decades spent in the city’s underground.
Also regarded as Electric Mistress, Mathilde doubles her tally as Dissemblance with ‘Centauresse’, a cold-hearted follow-up to her 2019 debut album, ‘Over The Sand’ for Mannequin, which patently benefitted from its mixing touches by Silent Servant. We’re not sure if he’s on board here but the results are just as classic-sounding, bang on the mark for droll, dead-eyed songs in the vein of early Tropic of Cancer and the shadowiest side of Lena Platonos, edged with a delectably stylized, gallic panache.
Blessed with a real feel for the sort of synth sounds that make us salivate, Dissemblance shapes them into a spellbinding strands of songcraft that reward with amplification. Where all too often this sound can fall into cliched torpor, there’s a captivatingly undead energy to proceedings that keeps us rapt. ‘Mercure’ sets out oblique terms of atonal gunk and glossolalic vox that seduce by suggestion, before introducing more legible lyrics and rudely defined grooves in ‘Oxygene’ placing her somewhere between ToC and DVA Damas, as she continues to shapeshift from sulky goddess strung out in processed FX on ‘Attacker le Soleil’, thru to Julee Cruise-like sylvan on the immaculate darkness of ‘Bon Voyage’, variously swooning to the spirraling arps of the title cut, and haunting the soured dissonance of ‘Couteau’ and ‘Furio’ with a transfixing presence certain to garner new fans not already familiar with her first album.
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L.I.E.S. look under their Parisian nose to Mathilde Mallen’s exquisite coldwave gloom, perfected as Dissemblance after decades spent in the city’s underground.
Also regarded as Electric Mistress, Mathilde doubles her tally as Dissemblance with ‘Centauresse’, a cold-hearted follow-up to her 2019 debut album, ‘Over The Sand’ for Mannequin, which patently benefitted from its mixing touches by Silent Servant. We’re not sure if he’s on board here but the results are just as classic-sounding, bang on the mark for droll, dead-eyed songs in the vein of early Tropic of Cancer and the shadowiest side of Lena Platonos, edged with a delectably stylized, gallic panache.
Blessed with a real feel for the sort of synth sounds that make us salivate, Dissemblance shapes them into a spellbinding strands of songcraft that reward with amplification. Where all too often this sound can fall into cliched torpor, there’s a captivatingly undead energy to proceedings that keeps us rapt. ‘Mercure’ sets out oblique terms of atonal gunk and glossolalic vox that seduce by suggestion, before introducing more legible lyrics and rudely defined grooves in ‘Oxygene’ placing her somewhere between ToC and DVA Damas, as she continues to shapeshift from sulky goddess strung out in processed FX on ‘Attacker le Soleil’, thru to Julee Cruise-like sylvan on the immaculate darkness of ‘Bon Voyage’, variously swooning to the spirraling arps of the title cut, and haunting the soured dissonance of ‘Couteau’ and ‘Furio’ with a transfixing presence certain to garner new fans not already familiar with her first album.