French multi-instrumentalist Melody Prochet makes the sort of reliably atmospheric music that may flip even essentially the most on a regular basis second right into a scene from a Sofia Coppola or Xavier Dolan film about doomed youth. Melody’s Echo Chamber glints like gossamer: cinematic dream-rock soundscapes, muted explosions of fuzzed-out bass, and coiled percussion wrapped in reverberant, jangling guitar.
Her sepia-toned shimmer will get even dreamier on Unclouded, Prochet’s fourth album—fifth, if we rely the “misplaced” album Unfold (and we should always). She performs to her strengths right here, the music unfurling in diaphanous pop-rock psychedelia that threatens to drift away. The album is a swatch of lovely, shiny material hanging from a tree department, dancing within the breeze—and in peril of being shredded into bits of glitter by a too-strong gust.
The gorgeous chords and arpeggios Prochet claimed to have uninterested in earlier than writing the self-titled report that put her on the map dominate Unclouded. The downtempo march on the coronary heart of “Reminiscence’s Underground” explodes right into a storm of strings and reverb. The El Michels Affair-assisted “Daisy” is bottled sunshine by the use of plucked electrical guitar and a repetitive drum line you may hear in nearly each music on the report. Her singing voice has at all times been a wisp threading her extra substantial preparations collectively, and the identical is true right here. Prochet largely sings in English on Unclouded, which is ok, although the bilingual aspect at all times added an additional layer—her songs in French have a larger-than-life high quality, sung with an authority that means Prochet as an heir-apparent to French electro-rock pioneers like Air. Very like their very own cotton-candied music, Unclouded melts into itself, an ethereal tapestry that lacks definition. It’s stunning, however not even the singles actually stand out on their very own.
