Yeti Lane: The Echo Show
Back in 2010 when their debut album was released, Paris’s Yeti Lane were a three piece. Slimming down to two for The Echo Show has done them no harm and even benefited them. On The Echo Show, an album of rare beauty, Yeti Lane transcend their influences, making them a dead cert for the end of this year’s best-of lists.
Ben Pleng and Charlie B don’t sound French, don’t sound like default French ideas of what English-sung music might sound like. Their's is a sparkling psychedelia closer to dreamers like America’s Citaay and Canada’s Besnard Lakes. They’d be at home on Jajaguwar, but instead they’re on our very own Sonic Cathedral.
The Echo Show kicks off with the incredible, shimmering ‘Analog Wheel’ (note the Americanised spelling), a close-to eight minute epic that after some rotating, blooping synth goes stratospheric with an ethereal vocal, the twinkling other-worldliness of Krautrock legends Harmonia and the rhythmic focus of ‘Big City’-era Spaceman 3. The production is spacious, warm, open, bringing an enormity – not the vacuous enormity of a Coldplay, but the enormity of soaring across a valley. Beggaring belief, the album then gets better. Making such a fresh music from these elements is a prodigious achievement. Unlike M83, who operate in a similar territory, Yeti Lane remain organic, with subtle melodies that draw in rather than shouting their presence.
Four untitled instrumentals split The Echo Show into segments, nodding towards the idea that this could be a double album. Such a notion might seem unpalatable, even dinosaurish. But Yeti Lane conquer any such prejudices. This album really is that good. Unreservedly recommended.