Release Date: Jan 19, 2010
Record label: Smalltown Supersound
Real Life Is No Cool sounds like the partially charming, ridiculous broken English that a lot of European artists who decide to record in English employ. It's just a hair away from what's correct. In this case, we know that Lindstrøm & Christabelle decided to be incorrect, to be flippant with the words; it's as if one of the duo, throwing a spent cigarette from their mouth, looked up at the sky and declared it: "Real life is no cool." Then apparently, they set about to correct that, because the one unifying theme that Real Life Is No Cool seems to possess is the overwhelming feeling of cool.
Hans-Peter Lindstrøm and Christabelle have been familiar with one another since 2001, when the latter casually recorded vocals over some of the former’s tracks. This led to full-fledged collaborations, and a handful of modern electro-disco singles issued across the following several years. First, there was the dreamy, slightly narcotized “Music (In My Mind),” released in 2003.
As supportive as Hans-Peter Lindstrøm's fans have been of his random acts of creative fitfulness, one wouldn't blame them for feeling a bit tested by his most recent string of output. Between his brilliant but impractical 2008 long-player Where You Go I Go Too and his 42-minute refit of "Little Drummer Boy", two of the Norwegian producer's recent major releases have accounted for nearly 100 minutes of music across a scant four tracks. In a scene where an elongated 12-minute remix is par for the course, that's still hard going.
The most recent offerings from Norwegian space disco king Lindstrøm have been decidedly epic - as in a 42-minute ambient cover of Little Drummer Boy. It turns out that while he's been working on these absurdly long stoner dance tracks, he's also been holed up in the studio with vocalist Christabelle working on this amazing album of more concise material. [rssbreak] No track even hits the seven-minute mark, and instead of slowly shifting vintage synth noodling, the focus here is on the vocals and actual songs.
Hans-Peter Lindstrøm, who we can henceforth refer to by his surname, is one of the most universally fêted dance producers operating out there. Why, this very reviewer stopped just short of calling him a genius in a DiS review last year. Chances are you won’t see many negative reviews of Real Life Is No Cool, the first album collaboration (they issued a couple of 12-inches some years back) between Lindstrøm and vocalist Christabelle, both resident in Norway.
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