November 2, 2012
Review: Melody’s Echo Chamber – ‘Melody’s Echo Chamber’
French songwriter Melody Prochet has taken her time over the development of her latest project, Melody’s Echo Chamber. Indeed, it was over two years ago, at a show by psychedelic rockers Tame Impala in Paris, that Prochet began formulating the fuzzed-out pop that permeates her debut album, enlisting that band’s Kevin Parker on production.
The pair are an ideal fit, and Parker’s presence is tangible throughoutMelody’s Echo Chamber, from the rounded bass and phased guitar picking of ‘Crystallized’ to ‘Endless Shore’’s loping psychedelia. Yet Prochet’s unique character and way with a tune shines through enough to make this far more than a Tame Impala tribute exercise.
‘Some Time Alone, Alone’ is a highlight on an album that seldom — if ever — resorts to filler, its chiming guitar work echoing the hearty chorus of opener ‘I Follow You’, while elsewhere there are darker moments treated with icy reserve (‘Mount Hopeless’, the cannibalism-themed tale ‘Snowcapped Andes Crash’).
There are one or two hints of the late Trish Keenan in Prochet’s delivery, and she regularly dips in and out of her native tongue effectively, such as on the 5/4 shuffle of ‘Quand Vas Tu Rentrer?’ and ‘Bisou Magique’’s breathy performance over a rolling breakbeat. There are attractive touches of keyboard in amongst the phasing guitars, most notably the swirling chords and sci-fi- sweeps on ‘You Won’t Be Missing That Part Of Me’, and Prochet’s voice is well-suited to floating above the tracks in the slightly distant way she executes so well.
The reversed freneticism of ‘IsThatWhatYouSaid’ offers little outside of a reassertion of the album’s psychedelic grounding — a not-altogether unwelcome addition — while the child-sung hook of closer ‘Be Proud Of Your Kids’ adds a touch of charm that successfully manages to avoid being sickly sweet.
Prochet has delivered a strong, fully-considered debut here, and appears to have been developing a project with more substance to it than the airy platitudes of My Bee’s Garden, the band in which she got her start.
Read this review in context over at THE STOOL PIGEON