Greg Gonzalez's androgynous voice. Ethereal guitars that blur at the edges. Weightless rhythms. Sensual melodies. In all, Cigarettes After Sex wear their name well... Somewhere between dream pop and shoegaze, the Texan group is an invitation to nonchalance, an apologia for giving up. If you took the vocals off this album, you'd wind up with easily the most erotic counterfeit soundtrack available today. Like a slow bubbling, like a delicious, languorous draught of a fine musical vintage. The spirit of Angelo Badalamenti, David Lynch's official composer, isn't far away... Cigarette? © Marc Zisman/Qobuz