Music OMH, August 2006
As I heard someone say a while back, French is such a great language for pop.
The genre's history is illumined by idiosyncratic gems from the records of Serge Gainsbourg to stunning cinematic novelties like the cluster of Ana Karina songs, overseen by Jean-Luc Godard, in his Masculin Feminin masterpiece, or Jeanne Moreau's unforgettable Le Tourbillon in Trauffout's Jules et Jim.
Evoking days cycling through smiling Parisian countryside swerving rainbows and horse manure, Stars of Aviation create just such a magical fascination with their track Marie et l'accordeon. Luxuriant with Jonny Anstead and wife Louise's boy/girl vocals, the song breezes with a light poetry that speaks in the profound language of pop purity of summer days, unknowing, innocent, and absolutely in love. Filled out effortlessly with elegant accordion flourishes and sparkling percussion, the Stars distil perfectly that laid back air to lull you into their picturesque world, and as our summer slowly subsides, where else could you want to be?
A slice of escapist wonder to add to any connoisseur's Gallic treasure chest, Marie et l'accordeon stalks the territory where dreams are made.
Sessions of Breakfast, May 2006
I was listening to the Radio 1 unsigned podcast yesterday when this band came up they are called Stars Of Aviation and they describe themselves as a 7 piece chamber pop group who are influenced by English and French Folk music, the song that was played was 'Marie et l'accordeon' (sung in french) which you can hear on their MySpace site. I would say that they produce some perfect breezy folk-pop (not always in french) which sounds a bit like Arcade Fire heavily sedated on morphine, just right for the on coming summer.
Tangents, April 2006
I’d suggest you pick up a copy of the Stars Of Aviation EP as well, but as it’s not available at the moment in any form other than some streaming tracks via their MySpace page, that might prove a mite difficult. But please do go and check them out on the Interweb, because they are fine pieces of suburban softpop that show how the band have developed their Clientele meets Galaxie 500 aesthetic into new, verdant ground populated by light bossa grooves and dreams of ambulations down dreamy French boulevards in the fading evening light, accordions echoing off the cobbles.
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