Watoo Watoo
Modern Express

Per tutte le stagioni with a smiling teardrop on the heart and many little clouds joyfully frame dancing melancholies.

A very simple recipe, precisely measure the ingredients and the result is guaranteed.

A French aftertaste on a table set in a fragrant late season afternoon, beginning or middle. The Seasons don't start or end and at heart, you call them as you feel.

Smiling insects and popcorn, flying on a gentle breeze, Stereolab colored by the absence of any alleged intellectual reference.

Many little keyboards, cotton candy, the 60s and strangely post-punk comic strips in shorts and an open book.

Soothing circular female voice, Broadcast and omnipresent pop syrup distilled Stereolab non-alcoholic and I won't name them anymore.

Teew pop soul, little umbrellas on colorful teas "Sarah Record". OOOPS, it reminds me of the Trembling Blue Stars or for the most nostalgic, the Field Mice on small Casio keys.

Perhaps, and I underline perhaps smiling New Order in the belly on a green meadow. Much nature but it is only a Saturday in the city and carefree 90s are remembered.

And we are in the city.

Everything is very light, melancholic, joyful, colorful and in black and white, glasses with colored lenses and believe a little in the innocent lies.

A matter of the right doses and make good use of them.

Very simple.