Claiming connections with
the like of Cure, Young Marble Giant, Global Goon and Animals On Wheels,
Margo do not lack of self-confidence. Formed in Angers, in the heart of
the Loire Valley, a couple of hours south of Paris, while at university,
as a course project, the band is made up of three musicians and a singer.
Encompassing all sorts of art forms, from visual media to fashion, Margo
are by all means a true art project. The Catnap, their first release, is
published on young French label Peter I’m Flying!, based in Rennes.
Despite each of the three
musicians playing guitar or bass on the album, the compositions are all
almost entirely electronic in shape and form, contrasting with the bitter-sweet
voice of Mélanie Massons. Evoking the melancholic pop of the likes
of St Etienne, Stereolab– due, no doubt, partly to the French link – or
Pram, Margo also draw a parallel with the more instrumental and experimental
landscapes of To Rococo Rot, Plone and even Boards Of Canada. Simple melodies
and minimalist soundscapes encapsulate the spirit of this pop refusing
to conform to commercial constraints, reflecting instead on the volatile
aspect of popular music and its perverse effects. Here, the musicians position
each sound, each effect, in the spectrum with great precision, careful
not to disturb the balance between the abstract constructions and the delicate
melodic circumvolutions. The lyrics, equally, play on the contradictions
of pop music, at times hiding their absurd nonsense behind elaborated words
(The Rest), at others relishing on the frivolities of life (My Cat). In
any case, Margo manage to stand the comparison with their peers, drawing
emotional moments like no others. The album opens with the subtle La Baumette,
only song sung in French, and already the band establish its little sweetened
universe in style. The following pieces are equally charming, and if the
instrumental Sifits of Coffee Song seem to be missing the vocal contribution
slightly, they also show the band equally at ease with a less constrained
exercise. The highlight of this album can be found right at the heart of
The Catnap. Listening to My Cat, a puerile song about the peregrinations
of… a cat at night, one would suddenly dream that, if life was fair, this
song would sit nicely at the top of any decent chart for a while.
The press release accompanying
The Catnap evokes quite understandably Françoise Hardy, as a comparison,
more than as an influence. The soft vocal harmonies have the innocence
and naivety of childhood, and the atmospheric constructions supporting
them, as granular as they might be, simply enhance the inherent beauty
of it all.
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