Celluloide - Numeriques(2)

Back in mid January, another writer on the site had the sort of displeasure to review Celluloide's [aid]2036[/aid]. And, well, for all of the nitty gritty information on this compilation, please refer to that article; enough was said there that it would just be redundant for me to say it all over again. To put it flatly, this is just a giant remix album with very few original tracks of its own.

I mean, I will admit that I do find myself nodding my head along to some of the songs, but even the most simple of beats can make me do something like that. Just get me singing, "If you're happy and you know it clap your hands" out in public, and I'm sure that I'll get moving that way. Not because I enjoy my voice (in fact, when I sing, I probably sounds like I have a cheese grater stuck in my throat), but because it's a simple tune to go along with.

And that's exactly how I feel when listening to this album. It's okay, no more or less. I can possibly enjoy it, but the fact that it remains so streamlined and almost redundant is an irreversible error on the band's part. I kind of got a little giddy when I looked upon this album, as it was the first chip tune, 8 bit album that I would be taking a gaze at. But, if anything, I probably was a little too enthusiastic for my own good.

I mean, there just isn't much to say about any of the songs. I can jump from track to track, and say, "Oh, the vocals were okay here, and the electronics worked well here," but I just cannot point out anything that really stood out to me in a grand manner. It is synthpop influenced, I guess that's something I can add onto this review, but, once again, the first part of this review pretty much hit the nail on the head.

I don't really want to waste anymore of my time sitting here and typing out anymore information in regards to this album. Sure, it's okay, nothing too horrid about it, but nothing great either. It's stuck on the borderline of life and death, as if telling us, "Yea, we don't know which way we want to go." But, in the end, the slightest shove can push the project to the fiery pits of musical torment or to the fluffy clouds of harmonic bliss. It's really up to the band to decide where to go next. Jul 29 2013