mpME: m83- m83

I consider myself a fan of these frenchman, but it hasn't been until recently that I've really explored their earlier work that predated their breakout record Dead Cities, Red Seas & Lost Ghosts. I'm talking about the self-titled record from 2001. The productions don't yet featured the flush emotion of Before The Dawn Heals Us yet the energy is there, existing more like a introverted weed haze mixed with one too many talls boys, so you're feeling something, but you're far too self aware and feeling the awkward pangs from the high. But it's that uncomfort that delivers the atmosphere. Maybe the feeling I'm grasping for is adolescence (but all I can remember are the nearer, beer-tinged years of my modern youth). It's that excitement mixed with uncertainty- the emotion that was perfectly captured in Saturday = Youth. Yet here it's even rawer (yes, rawer). I am beginning to suspect that for all the shit we give frenchman, it may be because they are able to comprehend the human condition on a plane beyond that which we set in the states. That is a lofty assumption, but test me on this- go introduce yourself to a frenchman sometime so and tell me they don't possess a little of that wunderlust, er uh tend to trip the light fantastic, or umm...whatever french people say.

In any case, enough of my babble, interpret the tunes as best you would.

M83