Or: there was once a band that sounded like Air, and they were from France (well, actually Sweden), so they called themselves Air France. That should tell you all you need to know about the number of original ideas this album contains. What the hell is this? Why is this
here? How is this different from
anything? Alright: Air France's debut is a series of mid-length pastoral tracks and pretty 80s-y synths and samples of crickets and children's voices, all of it designed to support that "pastoral" atmosphere. It's not
bad, exactly, but there's absolutely nothing here that hasn't been done a million times before in a more interesting fashion. Like, say, by Air! Air France is what Air would sound like if they had no taste and listened to nothing but Wyndham Hill records and believed in the healing power of natural crystals. It's insufferable. What can be said for it is that it
does create a distinct atmosphere, but that atmosphere is dull and uninteresting and minus
any variation--everything comes at you at the exact same "pretty", "wistful" level and never changes, like a Michael Bay movie that, through its endless assault of ACTION, paradoxically becomes boring. There are moments of beauty here, but they're so repetitive and over-the-top that they quickly become boring. It's not actively offensive in its badness like Camera Obscura, but this is pretty bad.
MY RATING:
2.3
Air France - "Collapsing At Your Doorstep"
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