The benefits of naming your act Bikini are immediate. The moniker conjures up sexy fun and spontaneity, two things that are a big plus in the chill-trance world. The music itself is immediate as well, spending most of its 25 minute duration in a constantly bouncing bravado, with the ghostlike vocal hooks of Olivier Bonnard finding themselves lost in a sea of synthetic dreams while the beat trudges on. Despite the strange and somewhat morbid tone of the track-list ("R.I.P.", "American Mourning"), RIP JDS
is a temperate affair, even bubbly and upbeat at times.
On the surface it's fun and flighty pop, but the mystique is in the process. Bonnard sends his vocal/melodic/rhythmic ideas to his partner Nigel Diamond, who chops, cuts, adds, and glues back together as he sees fit. Bonnard never sees his demos again, the Diamond adjustments go straight to the mastering suite. What seemed like a simple EP of dubby shuffling becomes more of a "Where's Waldo" of trying to figure out who came up with what, and how it morphed over the time it started in Bonnard's brain to the time we first heard it (if you're into that kind of thing).
The EP shows promise for a future full length, but it's mostly an indicator. Nothing is fleshed out enough to make any bold declarative statements about Bikini, but that is how electronica EPs go. Take it for what it is, a brash choice for the late hours of Friday night, a mellowing agent for the bus, or the perfect soft bubbler for that mixtape.
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