Infinite Bisous – “Confused Porn”
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Ignore the title and just stay with me for a minute: trudging through the snow, head filled with pipe-dream thoughts on vacations and moments of escape, it’s easy to forget exactly what the British Summertime consists of. Us pale, cynical specimens aren’t moulded for such an experience. There’s the wasp stings, the barbecue that gets drenched in rain as soon as you get it out of the shed, the allergies, the factor 30 suncream, the London underground as you’re surrounded by an amazing—truly, it’s impressive—array of smells, previously unencountered by the vulnerable nostril.
Infinite Bisous match that experience to a T. Hot and nervy, it sticks to your ears like your smart-casual shirt latches onto your sticky back. It’s summer, but only as we Brits know it. “Confused Porn”, despite its unappealing, given name, is a hugely exciting first track from a producer who matches the likes of Egyptian Hip Hop and Metronomy in using the synth as a deadly weapon.
Instead of opting for pulsating euphoria or chirpy pop, it chooses to paint a picture. The sound of “Confused Porn” is slightly queasy, intentionally so. It’s uneasiness defined. But behind the purposeful atmosphere lies a producer at the top of their game, entirely confident of their own ability. Nobody knows who it is yet. But a lot of people are going to be asking for Infinite Bisous.
