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Britain isn't well known for its cordiality with the folks across the channel; striped shirts and strings of garlic are the go-to put down for the neighbours that have provided us with a much enjoyed array of wines, cheese, painters and philosophers. This is most unfair for reasons better discussed in a behavioural psychology periodical than in an album review. To the exhaustive list above, possibly as a warm-up act, let Moodoïd shuffle onto stage for 49 minutes of your time with their debut album Le Monde Möo. For those dipping into their GSCE language archive, this refers to a world of moo, presumably the one relating to Moodoïd, since the bovine influence on the album appears to be minimal.

Anyone who remembers 'De Folie Pure' (or 'absolute madness') from 2013's cunningly entitled Moodoïd EP will have noted the band's psychedelic tendencies. Please refer to the music video for confirmation. The new release continues the trippy journey they began last year. However they've brought a degree of measure to their mad party this time around. The extremely Euro-pop aware track 'Metal Machine', with its '80s synthesiser riff, nods to a certain musical history. However, tongue is firmly in cheek as the next track 'Bleu est le Feu' labours the simple French rhyme in the title. "Bleu/Est le feu" are the first two lines of the song, sung in a very slow and thickly accented ouverture just to let you know they are definitely a French band.

Led by Pablo Padovani (Melody's Echo Chamber guitarist and son of jazz musician Jean-Marc Padovani), Moodoïd display a happy blend of fast-paced madness with the odd burst of contemplation. French lyrics present an interesting question for an English-speaking listenership. Does spending time in the dark about what a song might be 'about' make it more difficult to enjoy? Well, there's half the answer... most of the time you can work out what is going on. In fact, Moodoïd's choice of lyrics are quite inclusive pour l'anglais. The fire is blue, the second track is about the moon and the fifth is about birds. You don't have to be a French rocket scientist to understand the basics. On top of this, Moodoïd are excellent at setting an atmosphere, or 'mood' if you will. Much of the time taken up on the album is instrumental, or just mental.

This is the world of Moodoïd, and if it's your first taste, you may find it an acquired one. However, those lucky enough to be drawn in will find an album of catchy refrains and highly boppable synthetic beats - which, in a time of poppy-convergence, is an interesting departure from the norm.

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