Talkie Walkie

Air’s 2004 album is home to some of their most enduring hits; from its opening piano to the rolling surf that swallows “Alone in Kyoto,” it’s also a note-perfect evocation of a fantasy world, with glockenspiel, sitar, vocoder, baroque organ, strings, and vintage synths conjuring a magically timeless sound. Their songwriting shines here: The playful “Universal Traveler” is as detailed as a diorama; “Surfing on a Rocket” is almost giddy in its optimism. The album’s less a soundtrack to an unmade film than a blueprint for an imaginary theme park of retro cool and unabashed joy.

When attempting to encapsulate the essence of Paris in a word, Evelyn Waugh endearingly deemed the city "bogus." In his ...

Air’s music never fails to—put simply—evoke.

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