Beach Deep

by Champagne Superchillin'

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    releases July 20, 2018

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Babylone Mon Amour
Beach Deep
Gipsy Ferrari
Rosa Canina
La Pudeur
DJ Scott
Armée du Salut
Les Cendres Bleues
Entre Le Diable Et La Mer Bleue Profonde


Somewhere between consciousness and the warm bath of sleep, life loses its mystery and dissonance. Here, enigmas untangle themselves, and conflicts melt like ice cream bars against our hot skulls; here, our dreams spin to life, strange and profound — frightening — to waltz with us, to lay down with us, to egg us on. This is the allure of sleep — not it’s restful slumber, not it’s offer of serenity, but the seductive intersection where our exhausted brains refuse to differentiate between reality and fantasy.

Though there’s nothing in waking life that resembles this intersection, art has always come close — in paintings and photographs that haunt us after we walk away, in dances and performances that impel us to move with them, in music that swirls sentient our psyche. Take Champagne Superchilliin’, whose warped, meandering melodies and detached temperament conjures happenings both esoteric and exotic into which the listener might stumble and fall forever.

Beach Deep, the follow-up full-length to the band’s 2017 debut Destino!, is, indeed, an album of dreams — a string of moments and conversations, pearls and teeth. “Gipsy Ferrari” is a drive through a dirty city recently washed by rain, while “Amor Fati” is a quick cigarette between dances in a 1960s jazz club. Singer Juliette Buchs’s voice is breathy and tiny and hushed on “Armée Du Salut;” she phases in and out, an apparition passing between walls of surf chords and wormy bass, each syllable mysterious and important in her native French. Charlie Garmendia’s drums are distant here and behind oscillating synthesizers on “La Pudeur.” But, on songs like “Rosa Canina,” where Buchs’ voice staggers tipsy and Ben Trimble’s leads spiral into space, where beat and time is forsaken, it’s Garmendia’s loyal beat that steers the song back into its itchy boogie.

Recorded in living rooms in Plouézec, France; Nashville, TN; and the Rockaways in Queens, its no wonder that Beach Deep is so cinematic, sweeping listeners from scene to palpable scene, and its no wonder, given these sudden shifts, that Champagne Superchillin’s songs feel so etherial, so surreal, so dreamlike. Of course, this what makes these songs so fascinating—they tap into that same seductive intersection where sparks snap between synapses, where our brain weaves a story from sound, and where reality and fantasy are, in fact, the same thing.


releases July 20, 2018


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Track Name: Amor Fati
Sans témoin, Les fleurs se multiplient
Le désir du mal et les larmes du sphinx
Le plaisir venimeux des sarcasmes du lynx
Il se retourne vers toi après minuit

tu entres dans la nuit noire
tu refermes la porte à la lumière qui sommeille
tu déambules dans la pénombre insomniaque
Les visages familiers disparaissent

Suis l’invitation stellaire
farandole d’acide lunaire

Tes phrases deviennent bancales
et pour tout dire assez laides comme quand tu as trop bu
tu découvres le voile dans lequel tu t’enveloppes
le violent désir de te vouloir à mes côtés

Suis l’invitation stellaire
farandole d’acide lunaire

Sans prévenir la nuit est devenu blanche
Elle t'emporte c'est la nuptiale revanche
Elle s'est montrée à toi et se retire
J'entends les oiseaux l'horizon va s'éclaircir,

Elle se montre et se retire, l'horizon va s'éclaircir

Les souvenirs t’habitent d'un mal pathétique
Et l'absence se prolonge
ton bégaiement et le maquillage coule
sur tes fantasmes éthyliques des habitudes

Suis l’invitation stellaire
farandole d’acide lunaire
où es tu maintenant?


Without witness the flowers are multiplying
the desire of evil and the tears of the sphinx
the venomous pleasure of the sarcasmes of the lynx
he calls upon you after midnight

You enter the dark night
close the door to the dormant light
strolling in the insomniac gloom
the familiar faces are disappearing

Follow the stellar invitation
farandole of acidic lunar

your phrases become unsounded
pretty ugly, like a few too many
you uncover the veil that you’re wrapped in
violent desire to have you by my side

Follow the stellar invitation
farandole of acidic lunar

without warning the night has become sleepless
took you away, it’s the nuptial revenge
it appeared to you and withdraws
I can hear the birds, the horizon’s brightening
It appears and withdraws, light on the horizon

the painful pathetic memories dwell in you
and the absence persists
you’re stuttering and your make up runs down
your ethyl fantasies habits

Follow the stellar invitation
farandole of acidic lunar
where are you now?