With song titles like “Teen Sex,” “Confused Porn,” or “(Terminally) Lovesick,” the thematic realm of Infinite Bisous (French for “endless kisses”) seems pretty well delineated. Welcome to sexy time with Rory McCarthy, member of the internet label/collective Tasty Morsels, freelance musician for equally woozy crooners like Connan Mockasin or Charlotte Gainsbourg, and, naturellement, based in Paris, France. At the scene of the crime, McCarthy finds himself lost in the legacy of the sexualized Parisian music history, following dizzily in the footsteps of Serge Gainsbourg (“Je t’aime moi non plus”) and Sebastian Tellier (“Sexuality”). As far as his mimicry goes, he’s particularly convincing in the body hair department. Turns out the crime took place at a shady hotel-bar; there McCarthy mixes cheap drum machines with potent drops of anachronistic synthesizers into pastel-colored sound cocktails for waking up, falling asleep, smoking at the window, or the soundtracking of a Sofia Coppola film. This is yacht pop for Proust readers, a reverie in rosé: soft, smooth, a tad naughty, downright funky, and pretty damn ooh la la …

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