Mendelson

Mendelson plays out like a really amazing movie or radio drama, but in a highly subjective and avant-garde way. The loud vocals (almost deadpan and entirely in French) are backed by a mixture of jazz and soft rock or classy post-rock, but the kind performed by old school PhD students of literature, or something similar. While the music plays, the singer seems to narrate some kind of mysterious soliloquy; a sleuth wandering the derelict streets of Paris late at night, stained and smelling of red wine while trying to figure out life's mysteries. This album will definitely impress someone you feel you need to impress, as it is bewitching, very other and old worldly sounding.