Cassius
Wednesday, December 29th, 2004 by Paul Irishfunky french disco house
You wouldn’t expect a french house song to start off with wailing electric guitars and a strong vocalist. And you wouldn’t expect a raspy synth line to kick the track into high gear. And you definitely wouldn’t expect this from France’s most well-known house group, behind Daft Punk. On their second album, Au Reve, Cassius took a departure from the standard house sound of synths and 1,3 bass – here, we’ve got guitars, melodies, and a song construction closely approaching that of a pop song. An incredibly catchy driving track, despite the eerily odd combination of the song title and lyrics…
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