2007. Summer time in Biarritz. A bar on the beach. Sébastien Tellier, immaculately dressed in a white suit, is leaning on the bar, sipping a Martini. In the distance the sun is setting, some bronzed girls are heading nonchalantly towards The Blue Cargo. Sébastien clicks his fingers: the sounds of "Sexuality," his third album, fill the room. Eleven tracks which cover the whole night in less than an hour, from dusk ‘til dawn. He whispers a few words in our ears about each of them. Read More...
2001 – The Sébastien Tellier story began with “L’incroyable verité” – A record filled with sorrow, made for crying under candlelight. A carefree album mixed by Quentin Dupieux, completely devoid of drums / percussion. An introspective journey to the boundaries of the universe and intimacy where Sebastien, drowsy and bedraggled, embarks on a search for lost time without leaving his bed (Pink Floyd, Robert Wyatt, a certain mindset of the 70’s). An entity borne out of wonderings in the gardens of French music. At Record Makers HQ (Air’s former label), the singularity of the
record is thoroughly endorsed.
2004 – Sébastien Tellier opens his bedroom window and discovers something crazy: the outside world. With his second album, “Politics,” (Tony Allen on drums, Philippe Zdar on production duties), he covers the globe in huge strides (Africa, US, South America …) to try and make sense of it all. “La Ritournelle,” an epic, romantic piece, really caused a stir. It convinced every listener of one thing – Sébastien Tellier is an important artist.
2006. After “Sessions,” a process of catching up and reinvigorating his repertoire (as well as Christophe’s sublime “Dolce Vita” ) with the help of Simon Dalmais on piano, Sébastien locked himself away into a Parisian recording studio Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo (one half of Daft Punk) behind the controls to produce the next
installment of his adventures.
2007. Summer time in Biarritz. A bar on the beach. Sébastien Tellier, immaculately dressed in a white suit, is leaning on the bar, sipping a Martini. In the distance the sun is setting, some bronzed girls are heading nonchalantly towards The Blue Cargo. Sébastien clicks his fingers: the sounds of “Sexuality,” his third album, fill the room. Eleven tracks which cover the whole night in less than an hour, from dusk ‘til dawn. He whispers a few words in our ears about each of them.
Let’s stop for a second. With “Sexuality,” is Sébastien Tellier really turning on the charm? Situated somewhere between the soundtrack for a porno film and a digitized soul, at the same time erotic and synthesised, does this mean his latest incarnation brings to mind an electronic Latin lover? Sexuality can be conceived as the carriage of Casanova mounted on Hummer wheels. Here we find the old Europe of Christophe, Ennio Morricone and Giorgio Moroder flirting outrageously with the new school of contemporary R’n’B, bringing Justin Timberlake, Beyonce or Timbaland to mind for 51 minutes of an intense, technological sensuality.
